When the lemon blossoms bloomed once again, a man came to visit. He wore a crisp dark suit, though his face looked weary.Nico told me his name was Leo. He was my doctor and my friend.He stood under the lemon trellis, holding the latest brain scan report in his hand. He didn't rush forward, just gazing at our backs as we walked hand in hand.Nico settled me into a rocking chair beneath the blossoms and tucked a knit blanket around me before stepping away to speak with him.Leo handed over the report and whispered, "This is Elena's latest evaluation. Her procedural memory is holding up, but her episodic and semantic memory are severely compromised. It's not looking good."Nico took the folder. He ran his fingers over the cover but didn't open it. He simply nodded and replied calmly, "I know. It doesn't matter. I'm staying with her. She remembered to hold my hand today. That's better than yesterday."Leo sighed and patted his shoulder without saying anything else. He just left beh
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