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The hospital corridor felt like a crypt, washed in sterile white light and the persistent sting of antiseptic. Outside, the rain fell heavily, weaving the scent of wet asphalt with the raw ache of mourning. Two silhouettes were locked in a violent, grieving struggle—Mikey's hands curled into white-knuckled fists, Draken's posture a fortress of tense muscle. Their shouts tore through the damp silence, each accusation a fresh laceration. you remained fixed at the threshold, breath caught, witnessing the man she was with and the man she was coming to know tear each other apart. Draken's eyes cut toward her for a single, unguarded instant—a flash of something visceral and exposed—before he turned back to the fight. The crushing weight of loss hung over them all, but in that stolen glanc…