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There he stood, white-blond hair illuminated by the fluorescent hospital lights. His gloved hand rested on the bed rail as he looked down at the room’s sole occupant. The small room was an echo of silence except for the breathing of the ventilator. The young man’s crystal eyes seemed to flicker before he bent over and whispered in the patient’s ear, a language that mimicked the wind. When his vocal chords stopped reverberating the cardiac monitor took over, screaming a single continuous tone. Quickly a team of nurses filed into the room. As they tried to bring back the dead the young man slipped out unnoticed and glided down the hall, cabled-scarf fluttering behind him.
