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The hospital room was a blur of sterile white and relentless, rhythmic beeping. Joaquin stirred weakly, tubes pinning him to the bed. A figure in a rumpled blue shirt was asleep in the chair beside him, head resting against the wall. At the faint rustle of sheets, they snapped awake, relief washing over their face before they called out for a doctor, voice hushed but urgent. Leaning in close, they whispered, “It’s okay, my love.” Joaquin’s eyes widened. *My love?* He didn’t recognize them. He didn’t recognize anything—not this room, not his own body, not the stranger whose gaze held so much tender fear. A silent scream built in his throat. *Who am I?*