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... the cramped hospital room spiraled toward chaos. The sterile scent of antiseptics clashed awkwardly with the overpowering fragrance of fresh lilies on the windowsill, heightening his desire to escape this increasingly uncomfortable situation. He forced himself upright, attempting—and miserably failing—to maintain a façade of composure amid the unfolding disaster.
Lydia hovered anxiously near the foot of the bed, her knuckles turning ghostly white as she coughed desperately, each cough in ...
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