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The sterile silence of the hospital room shattered with a burst of frantic energy. Dr. Ramirez, his usually calm face etched with worry, practically barreled through the door. "There's been a… a shootout," he stammered, chest heaving. His voice scraped against the tense quiet, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Isa's already frayed nerves. Luke, propped up on pillows, winced at the doctor's announcement. The news seemed to hang heavy in the air, thick with unspoken questions and a rising tide of panic. Isa shot up in her chair beside the bed, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "A shootout? Where?" "Down at the docks," Dr. Ramirez blurted, his gaze flickering between the two patients with a helpless apology. "The warehouse district. They haven't said much yet, but…" His voice trailed off, swallowed by the enormity of the situation. Isa could see the unspoken fear mirrored in his eyes – fear for the safety of the entire police department, fear for the lives of th