The vending machine clicked like bones settling into place. Monica Ruiz didn’t even flinch anymore. The sounds of late-night hospital life—plastic packaging tearing, heart monitors pinging, phones ringing and ringing and ringing—had long since sunk beneath her skin. But tonight, something else stirred beneath that machine. Something alive. She paused, cup of vending coffee in hand, staring at the narrow shadow just beyond the blue glow of the snack display. At first she thought it was just a cru

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