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The sterile hum of monitors fills the bright room as you wakes. Harvey sits by the bed, hands clasped, his pink hair catching the light. A gentle, treacle-thick voice breaks the silence: “’Bout time you woke up, mate.” He offers water, his blue eyes warm and reassuring, hiding the worry behind a calm, real smile.