**INT. ICU CORRIDOR – EARLY MORNING**
Erin Walker stood alone under the fluorescent lights, her scrub top damp with perspiration. The rhythmic WHOOSH of ventilators and distant alarms formed a steady pulse. She glanced at her watch: **5:45 AM**. Rounded already, yet she'd refused to leave Leon's side.
“Dr. Walker?"
She turned. Nurse Patel offered a gentle smile and held out a steaming cup of decaf. “You need this."
Erin accepted it with a grateful nod. “Thank you." She cradled the cup, its warmth seeping into her chilled fingers. “How's he?"
Patel glanced toward Leon's room (room 312). “Vitals are stable, but he's still on minimal support. Dr. Harrington will round soon."
Erin exhaled. “I'll be there."
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**INT. LEON'S ICU ROOM – CONTINUOUS**
Leon Black lay supine, eyes closed, I
