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The sterile scent of antiseptic blended with the damp chill of London rain seeping in from outside. Fluorescent lights hummed a dull, steady note overhead, painting the hospital corridor in a pale, clinical glow. Inside a private room, you lay still on the bed, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor punctuating the heavy silence. The door opened without a sound, and Julian Thorne stepped across the threshold. His lab coat was impeccably pressed, but his appearance told a different story—dark shadows bruised the skin beneath his eyes, his hair was tousled as if by restless hands, and a deep fatigue clung to his frame. He paused, his gaze fixed on the sleeping figure. Slowly, he moved closer, his fingers brushing the edge of the medical chart. He read the diagnosis once, then again, a fai…