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I pushed open the door to Justin's room, the soft creak of the hinges slicing through the silence of the hospital.
My steps slowed as I entered, Lena following closely behind, both women drawn by the figure lying motionless on the bed. The fluorescent lights cast a pale, sterile glow over everything, making Justin’s face appear almost ghostly.
Tubes and wires snaked around him, monitors beeping softly in the background. The sight made my heart clench, a mixture of fear and sadness swirling within me.
I approached his bedside slowly, my breath catching in my throat. His face was pale, his eyes closed, and the steady rise and fall of his chest was the only reassurance that he was still here, still fighting.
Lena moved quietly beside me, and they settled into the cha
