The hospital waiting room smelled of burnt coffee and floor wax, a stark contrast to the vibrant world Elias had just left behind.
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He stopped rushing. He started listening to the "hum" in people's voices. One afternoon, he met a woman in the park who was crying quietly on a bench. Old Elias would have walked past, late for a coffee date. New Elias sat down. The hospital waiting room smelled of burnt coffee