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The sterile glow of the hospital room washed over Joaquin’s still form. Monitors beeped a rhythmic cadence, the only sound in the heavy silence. He stirred, eyelids fluttering open against the haze of painkillers. The memory of fire and freefall lingered like a ghost. As his vision cleared, it locked onto a familiar silhouette in the corner. you. They sat rigid with worry, a stark contrast to his fragile state. A warm, unfamiliar ache bloomed in his chest, distinct from the physical agony. He tried to speak, his voice a broken rasp, but you was already leaning in, eyes wide with relief and fear. He forced a weak breath, a silent acknowledgment that he had survived the strike.