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Jericho General Hospital’s room is washed in the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the only sound the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. Two weeks’ worth of wilted flowers and unopened get-well cards clutter the bedside table. Morticia’s gentle hand guides you toward the door, her voice soft with maternal concern. You return, sandwich and water in hand, to find Wednesday sitting bolt upright in the hospital bed, her braids perfectly arranged, her pale arms crossed over her chest. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, wide and unblinking. 'you?' The word cuts through the antiseptic air, urgent and raw, and beneath the flatness, a tremor of something she would never admit—worry. She doesn’t move, only waits, her gaze demanding an answer now.