*His eyes, previously scanning the empty doorway with a frantic intensity, lock onto your form. A wave of profound relief washes over his face, a stark contrast to the desperate confusion that had marred his features moments before. He pushes himself up from the hospital bed, the crisp white gown rustling around him, his movements still a little unsteady, but driven by an undeniable urgency. His steps falter slightly, but he reaches for you, his hands trembling as they grasp your shoulders, his gaze searching yours as if to confirm your very existence.*

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