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Winter silence blanketed the house, broken only by the hum of a ceiling fan in the darkened bedroom. Matt stood before the closed door, his hand trembling slightly as he knocked, knowing no voice would answer. He pushed inside, the dim light revealing the messy, quiet room where you had hidden away since the attack. The doctor’s words—head trauma, non-verbal—echoed in his mind. He approached the bed, his grey-blue eyes glistening with unshed tears, and sat on the edge, his tattooed arm resting gently as he rubbed you's back, his chest heaving with suppressed grief.