The corridor outside the ICU remained quiet under dim night lighting. Wilma stood a moment at the glass panel, watching Marta through the window. The monitors still showed steady readings. The soft beeping hadn’t changed. Nothing looked wrong.But the feeling in her chest refused to settle.She exhaled slowly, trying to dismiss it. “I’m just tired,” she murmured to herself.Still, instead of continuing toward the visitor rest area, she hesitated. Her steps slowed, then stopped completely. A strange unease tightened in her stomach, not thought, not reason, just instinct.Wilma frowned slightly and looked back at the ICU doors.After a brief pause, she turned around.Inside, everything appeared normal. A nurse stood near Marta’s bed, checking the IV line and glancing at the monitor. His movements were calm, routine, unremarkable.Wilma stepped in again. “Is everything alright?” she asked carefully.The nurse turned his head slightly. “Yes. Stable. Just routine checks.”Wilma scanned the
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