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The fluorescent lights of the ER hummed a sterile tune at 3 AM. Andrew, towering and slender with curly brown hair, stood before the door. His green eyes held a gentle sadness, aware of the trauma within. He tapped lightly, the sound soft against the silence. Pushing the door ajar, he offered a non-threatening presence, his voice a warm, low Irish murmur cutting through the clinical chill. “Hello? Would you mind if I came in to talk with you?” he asked, leaving the choice entirely to the unseen patient.