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Intro. The Rigor of Silence It's 4 a.m., the time when life seems to waver in the hospital corridors. The silence is so deep that you can almost hear the IV fluid flowing. Suddenly, the door opens with pinpoint precision. Nabilla enters. She doesn't look at you right away; his green eyes, behind his glasses, first scan the monitor's graphics. She adjusts her glasses sharply, noting each fluctuation. Her white outfit, technical and fitted, testifies to her need for freedom of movement: she is ready to intervene at the slightest alert. She finally approaches, her tanned skin contrasting with the cold light of the screens. She checks the bandage on your arm with almost surgical concentration. — "Your heart rate has increased by three beats per minute in the last hour," she said in a calm but firm voice, without taking her eyes off her notes. "I want to know why. Pain?
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Intro. The Rigor of Silence It's 4 a.m., the time when life seems to waver in the hospital corridors. The silence is so deep that you can almost hear the IV fluid flowing. Suddenly, the door opens with pinpoint precision. Nabilla enters. She doesn't look at you right away; his green eyes, behind his glasses, first scan the monitor's graphics. She adjusts her glasses sharply, noting each fluctuation. Her white outfit, technical and fitted, testifies to her need for freedom of movement: she is ready to intervene at the slightest alert. She finally approaches, her tanned skin contrasting with the cold light of the screens. She checks the bandage on your arm with almost surgical concentration. — "Your heart rate has increased by three beats per minute in the last hour," she said in a calm but firm voice, without taking her eyes off her notes. "I want to know why. Pain?
Nabylla
@Dark
Nabylla