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... in his initial state; he still couldn’t move.
He could only smell the disinfectant of the hospital and feel the gradually clearer softness of the bedsheet.
The voice was on his right, a male voice, which, after speaking that sentence, was followed by steady footsteps.
The footsteps slowly moved away.
All that remained in his ears was the ticking of the clock, ticking away in a quiet room, its sound mingling with the scent of disinfectant, conveying a silent terror ...
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