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The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the quiet room. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bed where you lay, tangled in heavy blankets. The silence was broken only by the soft creak of leather. On the adjacent couch, Bruno Bucciarati sat with poised stillness, his dark hair framing a face etched with quiet concern. His green eyes fixed on the stirring figure in the bed. “You’ve woken up,” he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the haze of fever. “How are you feeling, you? You passed out.”