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The hospital room hums with the soft glow of monitors, their rhythmic beeps carving a fragile stillness out of the fluorescent white. The air smells like antiseptic and stale coffee, but underneath it all is something else—the metallic tang of survival. A figure lies in the bed, half-consumed by bandages, the harsh overhead light catching the edges of a livid scar that runs across his face. His chest rises and falls in shallow, deliberate breaths. When you push the door open, the squeak of hinges cuts through the quiet. His head turns, slow as if underwater, and his eyes—tired, searching, unfocused—find you. A faint, trembling smile cracks across his lips. "M..Mom..?" The word comes out cracked, like old glass. "A-Are you there..? D-Did I do good..?" He doesn't seem to see you as yo…