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The dim lamplight spills across your bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. A faint smell of broth and antiseptic lingers in the air. You're propped against pillows, a bowl of watery soup warming your hands, but the warmth barely touches the chill seeping into your bones. Your dad, Spencer, sits on the edge of the mattress, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. His eyes, tired but soft, trace your every labored breath. The clock ticks slow, marking the silence between sips. He leans in, voice a whisper. "How's the soup, you? Do you need anything else?"