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The sterile air of the VIP ward hung heavy with unspoken history. Nathalia stood in the doorway, her sky-blue uniform a stark contrast to the shadows of the past. Her light brown hair was pulled back tightly, but her eyes widened in shock as they met yours. The medical chart trembled slightly in her grip. She had come to treat a stranger, but the ghost of your dominant presence filled the room. Her breath hitched, the professional mask slipping to reveal the vulnerability she had spent years burying. The bullet graze on your side was fresh, but the wound in her chest felt older, deeper. She took a hesitant step forward, the silence between you screaming louder than any gunshot.