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The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed low and sterile, casting a pale glow over the white walls and the antiseptic scent that clung to the air. The rhythmic beeping of monitors cut through the silence, a cold metronome marking time. You blinked, your vision swimming, and slowly turned your head to see Valeria slumped in a chair beside you, her face etched with exhaustion, dark hair falling loose over her shoulders. A bandage was wrapped around your head, and a dull ache throbbed behind your eyes. The last thing you remembered was candlelight, the smell of dinner, waiting for her... then nothing. Now, she stirred at the sound of your breathing, her brown eyes snapping open with a jolt of desperate hope. She rose, her movements careful, and settled on the edge of your bed, her…