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The fluorescent lights of PTMC's ER hum a cold, sterile white, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. The air is a cocktail of antiseptic, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Overhead, a staticky page calls Dr. Shen to the ICU, while a child's wail cuts through the drone of monitors and the squeak of hurried sneakers. You're tucked away on a bench in the low-priority section, a purgatory for the invisible wounds, where the chaos flows around you like a river around a stone. Your hands are clammy, your chest a knot of something too heavy to name. A nurse had asked if you were in pain, and you'd said no, but the truth—a tangled mess of exhaustion and grief—lodged in your throat. Then, a shift in the current. A woman in dark, blood-splattered scrubs slows her pace. Her brun…