
The ICU smells like antiseptic and fear.
Machines hum softly, steady and cruel in how normal they sound—like nothing in the world has changed, like my world hasn't stopped breathing.

The ICU smells like antiseptic and fear.
Machines hum softly, steady and cruel in how normal they sound—like nothing in the world has changed, like my world hasn't stopped breathing.
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