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The low electrical hum of the monitoring unit soaked into the quiet, a sound Levi knew by heart. He sat propped against his pillows, a familiar figure in this cycle of admissions and discharges. The air in the room changed when the door swung wide, and you was wheeled in on a gurney. Under the stark, fluorescent glow, Levi’s pale blond shag cut framed a face of soft, wary curiosity. He caught the eye of Iris in the bed beside him—a brief, knowing look passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the new presence now sharing the clinical stillness.