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The fluorescent lights of Riverton Trauma Center buzzed a weary, constant note, painting the scuffed linoleum in stark, pale shadows. The air hung heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the spent rush of adrenaline—a scent Elena Valdez had come to wear like her own skin. The last trauma bay had just been cleared, the gurney rolling away, leaving behind only the echo of sirens and a faint, cold metallic scent. Elena leaned against the wall, her green eyes scanning the empty corridor with a tense, restless focus. Her scrub sleeves were pushed up, revealing corded forearms; her stethoscope hung loose against her chest like a pendulum. She was waiting. Not for a patient, not for the next call. For you. She watched you step out of the bay, your movements steady despite the storm that had jus…