The steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor echoed endlessly through the hushed, sterile corridors of the Intensive Care Unit at Grand Medika International Hospital. The sharp, biting scent of antiseptic swirled in the air, mixing with the biting chill of the hospital’s medical-grade air conditioning to create an atmosphere that felt as cold and lifeless as the stillness that hung over the room. Behind walls of reinforced, soundproof glass, Camelia lay motionless atop a narrow, cold metal bed, her form swallowed by the crisp white sheets that covered her.Dozens of transparent tubes and thin, snaking monitor wires were attached to her body, linking her to a cluster of beeping machines that sustained every vital function she could no longer perform on her own. A ventilator tube ran down her throat, its rhythmic mechanical hiss forcing her lungs to expand and contract in a slow, artificial rhythm. Her face—once the very picture of sharp command, effortless grace, and unyielding str
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