The nurse’s routine was well-practiced: adjusting the IVs, checking the monitors, and carefully washing Vincent’s motionless body.

She had grown accustomed to the silence, filling it with her daily stories, never expecting him to respond. Yet, there was something about the man that seemed… different, as if he was not just another patient.

The way his fingers barely trembled when she touched them, or how the heart monitor seemed to sync with her voice — it was as if he was somehow listening to her.

But one quiet evening, when she lifted the blanket to begin her usual routine, her breath caught in her chest… 

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The nurse stared at Vincent’s body, her trembling hands slowly