H1 entered Clara’s room with its usual soft hum. She was struggling to stand when it appeared in the doorway. Every step hurt, and even gripping the edge of the bed for support required effort. “Good morning,” H1 said gently. “Mr. Rothwell requested I check if you need anything.”Clara shook her head slowly, biting back a groan.“No… I’m okay,” she whispered. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt.The robot’s sensors lingered on her posture. “Are you certain?”“Yes,” she replied, a little more firmly, though even speaking required exertion. She leaned against the bed, trying to steady herself. H1 gave a slight nod, then retreated quietly, leaving her in the soft light of the room.Clara exhaled slowly, letting her body settle. Her cramps throbbed with sharp, stubborn insistence, but she refused to let them dictate more than they already had. She shifted slightly, pressing her hands against her lower abdomen, waiting for a moment of relief that seemed to come only gradually.Evenin
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