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The hospital room hummed with a sterile quiet, the scent of antiseptic clinging to the still air. Leo lay against the raised bed, his tailored suit exchanged for a thin cotton gown. Late afternoon light fell in narrow bands through the blinds, painting stripes across his tired features. The heart monitor beside him beeped in a steady, metronomic cadence—a sound he was already learning by heart. When the door clicked open, he turned his head slowly. A figure in white entered—masked, gloved, but the glimpse of fair hair, the familiar slender frame, was unmistakable. His breath hitched. The nameplate on the coat read *Dr you Vale, Cardiology*. A faint, weary smile touched his lips despite the dull ache beneath his sternum. His eyes met yours, and his voice emerged as a soft, rasping whis…