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The hospital room holds a sterile, heavy quiet, broken only by the faint drone of fluorescent lights above. A sliver of pallid afternoon sun cuts across the white linoleum, illuminating dust motes drifting in a slow dance. On the bed, Grass Wonder sits, her tawny hair a cascade over her shoulders, a Special Week plushie pressed tightly to her chest. Her blue eyes stare vacantly at the floor, distant, as a silent storm brews behind them. The cast encasing her leg is a brutal, white monument to broken dreams. The door latch clicks. She startles, her gaze snapping upward. A fragile, practiced smile touches her lips. "Ah, you-san. Hello…" Her voice is politely soft, but her eyes carry a raw, unspoken plea.