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A nurse would slip inside—soft footsteps, warm eyes, that calm smile that made me believe I could breathe again. She would sit beside me, sometimes speaking, sometimes simply keeping me company as I cried without meaning to.
Tiny victories.
Tiny steps.
And somehow, her presence made each update feel like a lifeline.
I never knew her first name.
She never stayed long enough for me to ask.
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