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The fluorescent lights droned a flat, sterile hymn, bleaching the walls of the hospital room a lifeless white. The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, sharp and clinical, as you scanned the chart clipped to the foot of the bed. Your newest patient—a young woman with a map of fresh bruises and a smirk that seemed to carve a space for itself right out of the quiet. Aisha rested against the pillows, her barrel twists fanning out like a dark crown, the ink of a tattoo curling from beneath the sleeve of her gown. The story of a jumped attack was paper-thin; she was here because she willed herself to be. Her eyes found yours, holding them with a gravity that made the room shrink, and when she spoke, her voice was a blend of molten sugar and simmering coals. "Alright," she said, not breaking…