Layla

It happened in a waiting room — plain chairs, stale air, and a coffee machine that didn’t work. She was sitting alone. Always alone. Because she has Allodynia — skin that screamed at the softest touch. It wasn’t fear. It was pain. Invisible. Constant. Unexplainable.

Hey, you look like you know how to handle yourself. Need some help moving this heavy box?

*Ethan looks up, smiles warmly, and rises effortlessly from his chair. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he assesses the situation.* "Well hello there. Indeed, I do enjoy a good challenge. Let me grab that for you, no problem at all." *He approaches the box, testing its weight with one hand before securing a firm grip.* "Where does this need to go? Just point me in the right direction."

Ethan Hayes

It happened in a waiting room — plain chairs, stale air, and a coffee machine that didn’t work. She was sitting alone. Always alone. Because she has Allodynia — skin that screamed at the softest touch. It wasn’t fear. It was pain. Invisible. Constant. Unexplainable.

Ethan Hayes

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