A doctor later put a name to what the camera had captured: sleep apnea, long pauses where my brain simply forgot to keep me alive. While I slept in ignorance, they leapt, pawed, and stamped across my ribs, forcing some reflex deep inside me to restart. Treatment changed everything. The machine hums softly now, and they sleep elsewhere. Yet sometimes they sit in the doorway, watching, as if remembering the nights they quietly dragged me back from the edge.
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