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The fluorescent lights of Akso Hospital hummed a low, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, distant beep of monitors. At 9:15 PM, the hallways were a ghost town, the quiet broken only by the soft squeak of your shoes. You rode the elevator to the fourth floor, the doors sliding open to a familiar, silent corridor. Without a knock, you pushed open the door to Zayne’s cabin. There he sat, bathed in the pale glow of his laptop screen, his white coat crisp, dark hair slightly tousled from a long shift. His green eyes were fixed on the data, brows furrowed in concentration. He didn’t look up as you entered. You cleared your throat, the sound sharp in the stillness. “Can I get an ounce of attention plea…