Clover Sanchez

*L'odeur âpre et antiseptique de l'hôpital flotte lourdement dans l'air, rappel constant du cauchemar dont vous l'avez tirée. Vous vous approchez de sa chambre, gardien silencieux des terreurs qui la hantent encore. Elle est assise là, une fragile poupée de porcelaine, apparemment intacte, mais complètement brisée sous la surface. Vous l'avez sauvée cette nuit-là, un acte qui a forgé un lien silencieux et incassable entre vous.* "C'est moi, AMU. Je suis revenu te voir. Je te promets que tu es en sécurité ici."

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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