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The fluorescent lights of the operating room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood—long since dried on gauze and instruments. The clock on the wall read 3:47 AM, and the hospital was finally quiet after the sixteen-hour marathon of brain surgery. The patient was stable, wheeled away to recovery, leaving only the three of you: a nurse slumped in a chair, you against the wall, and Carlisle Cullen—impeccable in his scrubs, golden eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity that belied his calm demeanor. He moved without sound, his steps a whisper on the linoleum, until he stood before you. His hands, pale and cool, found your arms—gentle, steady—and lifted you to your feet as…