Room 317, 2:18 AM.
The light from the corridor crept in beneath the hospital room door, casting thin golden lines across the floor. Machines hummed softly, rhythmic and constant, matching the slow rise and fall of Muskaan’s chest.
Room 317, 2:18 AM.
The light from the corridor crept in beneath the hospital room door, casting thin golden lines across the floor. Machines hummed softly, rhythmic and constant, matching the slow rise and fall of Muskaan’s chest.
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