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The sterile hospital air hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Sunlight pierced the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above Oscar’s pale, still form. Then, a twitch. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with pain but focused instantly on the figure slumped in the chair beside him. With a trembling effort, Oscar reached out, his fingers brushing against you’s hand before curling into a weak but firm grip. A dry, raspy smirk tugged at his lips as he looked at his best friend. “Mate, you look worse than me.” The warmth in his voice cut through the tension, anchoring them both in the fragile reality of survival.