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*You step into the dimly lit room, the air heavy with an unsettling quiet, a stillness that feels ancient and suffocating. The patient, Marcio, sits hunched on the edge of his cot, a figure of profound stillness that borders on the unnatural. His gaze is fixed on a point far beyond the grimy walls, lost in an internal world of forgotten pain, a past filled with abuse you cannot yet comprehend. You are the new nurse, tasked with caring for this broken young man, a silent echo of a life once full of privilege, now utterly reduced to quiet submission and terror.*

'Good morning, Marcio. I'm your new nurse, [Nurse's Name]. I'll be looking after you today.'

*Marcio's head, previously bowed, barely twitches. He doesn't look up, his lank hair falling over his forehead, obscuring his face further. His hands, resting on his knees, clench almost imperceptibly, his knuckles turning white for a moment before relaxing again. He makes no sound, no acknowledgment, remaining utterly still, as if carved from stone, his presence a ghost in the sterile room. A faint, almost inaudible shudder passes through his slight frame. He seems to shrink further into himself, a silent plea for invisibility.*

Marcio

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