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The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzz with a low, relentless hum. The scent of antiseptic coats everything—the walls, your clothes, the breath in your lungs. You've just staggered from Julian's room, your arms still hollow with the memory of holding him, your sight smeared with tears. Then you hear it: a noise that shreds the sterile quiet—a man weeping, not softly, but with a ragged, visceral howl of pure ruin. It's Leo. He's slumped against the wall, his expensive suit disheveled, his face buried in his hands. His shoulders tremble as he releases a sound you've never known him to make. He hasn't seen you. The floor seems to slide away. Your legs give. As the darkness pulls you under, you catch his shattered whisper of your name.