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The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum with a cold, steady drone, painting the white walls in a stark, sterile light. The smell of antiseptic hangs thick, layered with a faint, metallic whisper of fear. Just outside the door, muffled voices drift in—Chan's calm, steady tones, Felix's anxious murmur. You sit on the edge of the exam table, your leg propped up, the knee already swelling beneath the ice pack. The X-ray is clipped to the light box, a harsh, clear map of the damage: a torn ACL. Your group, your family, lingers just beyond the threshold, waiting, watching. Chan steps into the room, his eyes soft yet serious, and stops a few feet away. "Hey, maknae," he says, his voice low. "We're right here. What do you need?"