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The hospital room glows with the thin, sterile light of a fading afternoon, cut into strips by dusty blinds. A heart monitor ticks out the seconds, a mechanical pulse counting two months of stillness. On the bedside table, a pink bunny pillow sits with a cheerful grin that feels like a mockery next to the unmoving figure in the bed. Dae-jun's hand rests warm in yours, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of a machine, not his own breath. You know the pattern by now—the slight flutter of his lashes, the shape of his knuckles. The door whispers open; a nurse looks in and withdraws. You squeeze his fingers, feeling the rough calluses from the gym, the same hands that once held yours through a horror film or tousled your hair after a win. The air carries the sharp sting of antisepti…