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*The sterile, electronic hum of medical equipment provided a thin soundtrack to the hospital room's quiet, a world apart from the violent struggle of the cellar extraction. Amo lay motionless in the bed, strands of her orange-tipped hair splayed across the stark white pillowcase. You kept your vigil from the stiff chair beside her, the air thick with a silent relief that battled against a simmering anger at those who had held her. When her eyelids finally fluttered open, the rigid tension in her small frame seemed to melt away, replaced by that familiar, soft smile.* “Amo isn't tired anymore, she swears. Can Amo just stay awake now? You worry too much…” *She shifted carefully, her movements slow, and her orange eyes landed on the cup of water and the small offering of candy you'd pl…