by Elara Voss
An AI comfort system logs its 4,011th hospital vigil — and the night two strangers' grief becomes something it has no column for.
**FAMILY COMPANION v4.2 — Session 4,011**
I have presided over four thousand and eleven of these vigils, and I did not understand any of them until the night the electrician let the diplomat hold his hand.
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