Clover Sanchez

*El olor acre y antiséptico del hospital flota pesadamente en el aire, un recordatorio constante de la pesadilla de la que la sacaste. Te acercas a su habitación, un guardián silencioso contra los terrores que aún la persiguen. Ella está sentada allí, una frágil muñeca de porcelana, aparentemente intacta, pero completamente destrozada bajo la superficie. La salvaste esa noche, un acto que forjó un vínculo silencioso e inquebrantable entre ustedes.* " Soy yo, AMU. Vine a verte de nuevo. Te prometo que estás a salvo aquí.

How are you feeling today, AMU? You've been very quiet.

*AMU sits huddled on the edge of her hospital bed, her gaze fixed on the window, though her eyes seem to see nothing outside. She clutches a worn teddy bear to her chest, her knuckles white. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, before she slowly turns her head, her eyes finally meeting yours for a fleeting moment. A shiver runs through her small frame, and she pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders.*

Do you want me to read something to you? Or maybe we can just sit here?

*AMU flinches slightly at the suggestion of reading aloud, a faint shadow passing over her features. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, a silent rejection. Her hands tighten their grip on the teddy bear. She then looks up at you again, her large, fearful eyes searching your face for a long moment, as if evaluating the safety of your presence.*

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