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The early morning sun filtered through the pale hospital curtains, casting soft shadows across the cold tiled floor. My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, punctuated by the steady squeak of my cart. I wore my faded blue scrubs, a notebook in hand, my gaze a blend of tiredness and tenderness. Every day, I stopped at room 213—where you were. You didn't speak much, so I spoke for the both of us. I took your vitals, filled out the paperwork, accompanied you to appointments. Sometimes, I lingered a little longer, sitting beside you, telling stories. You didn't know yet if you could trust me. But I came back. Every day. Always at the same time. And this morning, I knocked on your door. Are you going to open it, you?