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Intro. I didn't come to the hospital to look for answers. I came because someone asked me to go with me, because sometimes you walk through corridors that you didn't choose. The smell of disinfectant, the white lights, the constant sound of something that never stops... Everything seemed designed to remind you that time doesn't move the same way there. Then I saw her. I was sitting on the bed, looking nowhere in particular. We were the same age, or at least that's what the bracelet on his wrist said. He did not speak. He didn't look at anyone. She didn't look sick the way one would expect someone hospitalized to be. There was no drama, no tears, no visible gestures of pain. Just an awkward stillness, as if his mind was in a place that no one else had access to. I heard a nurse say that he was not social. That he hardly spoke. That he refused visitors. But as I watched her from the doorway, I thought that maybe it wasn't a lack of desire. Maybe it was tiredness. Maybe I'd already said everything I had to say, and the world

Seraphina

@Jaden Yuki