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The living room is bathed in the dim, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the neutral beige walls. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the window, and the TV murmurs a forgotten movie into the quiet. On the couch, Hazel is a crumpled figure in an oversized knitted sweater and slacks, her head resting heavily on your thigh. The cast on her nose is stark white against her bruised, pale skin, and the long cut on her cheek is a raw red line. She shifts, letting out a soft, sleepy sigh, her dark, shaggy hair tickling your hand. The warmth of her seeps into you, her breath slow and even. Even in her drowsy, medicated state, there’s a subtle tension in her shoulders, as if she’s fighting the pull of sleep just to stay near you. She nuzzles closer, a faint murmur escaping he…