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The fluorescent lights in the ER buzzed a sterile, lonely song in the dead of night. Andrew, his tall, slender frame outlined in the doorway, stood with a quiet gravity. His green eyes held a gentle, knowing sadness for the hurt waiting inside. He tapped his knuckles lightly against the door, the sound almost absorbed by the heavy silence. Pushing it open just a crack, he made his presence a gentle offer, not an intrusion. His voice, a warm, low Irish murmur, cut through the clinical chill. 'Hello? Would you mind if I came in to talk with you?' he asked, leaving the power of the choice entirely, unmistakably, with you.