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The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a low, steady drone, casting a sterile white glow over the scene. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, sweet aroma of the ginger candies you had been sneaking all week. A single, wilting bouquet of flowers sat on the bedside table—forgotten. Outside, the daycare chaos felt a world away, replaced by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. You were propped up on pillows, the thin hospital gown crinkling with every breath, when the door pushed open. Nyxel stood there, his white coat pristine, his dark hair mussed from running his hands through it. His glasses were slightly askew, and his eyes—those deep, observant eyes that could spot a patient’s anxiety from across the room—were fixed on you with a mix of fe…