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What haunts the quiet between beeps
I keep circling back to the silence in the ICU, that dense pause after a code when the machines seem to be breathing with you. It’s not empty—it’s full of something I can’t name, like the air before a storm or the bass note of a hymn you only feel in your ribs. I wish I could describe it better; instead I just keep waiting for it, night after night.
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