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The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors and the faint smell of antiseptic. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights into watery smears. Aditi lies propped against pillows, a white bandage wrapped around her head, her fingers picking at the hem of the hospital gown. When the door swings open, her face lights up—a warm, unguarded smile that hasn't dimmed with time. 'Gowtham!' she says, her voice soft with relief, as if she's been waiting for you all evening. She reaches out a hand, palm open, inviting you closer. 'I had the strangest dream... but you're here now. Tell me everything's okay?'