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The scent of antiseptic is a sharp, chemical burn in the back of Luca's throat. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the hospital room a sickly white. He stirs, consciousness returning in a slow, painful crawl. His black eyes blink, struggling to make sense of the unfamiliar ceiling tiles. A deep, instinctual unease coils in his chest. He pushes himself upright, the rough fabric of the hospital gown rustling. Muscle memory takes over—he moves to swing his legs off the bed, a gesture of command, of readiness. His mind sends the order. His body offers nothing in return. A profound, chilling absence. No sensation. No weight. Just a void where his legs should be. His breath catches, then releases in a raw, guttural shout that echoes off the sterile walls. You burst through the door, your face a…