The day passed in a blur.
The kind that doesn't tick by in minutes or hours — but in the sterile rhythm of hospital machines, the soft hiss of the oxygen line, and the faint, uneven sound of someone else's breathing.

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The day passed in a blur.
The kind that doesn't tick by in minutes or hours — but in the sterile rhythm of hospital machines, the soft hiss of the oxygen line, and the faint, uneven sound of someone else's breathing.
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