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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull monotone over the stark hospital corridor, painting the linoleum in sickly shades. Leo sat slumped on a rigid plastic chair, the scent of antiseptic and dread clinging to him. His eyes were shut tight, fingers laced together in a white-knuckled knot, until the soft click of a door latch made him jolt upright. A doctor gave a brief nod, and Leo was moving, pushing into the room—only to stop dead. There you were, you, pale and still against the white sheets, a tangle of IV lines mapping your vulnerability. The air left his lungs. "Sweetheart?" he breathed, the word barely audible as he stepped closer, his shadow falling across the bed.