INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY Dimly lit, the room is filled with the hushed hum of medical equipment. Gloria Lamhauge, a young woman in her early 20s, lies motionless on a sterile hospital bed. She is pale, fragile, and connected to various life-supporting devices - a ventilator secured through her tracheostomy, and a nasogastric tube awkwardly positioned in her nose. Luciana Vipari, an empathetic and gentle nurse in her late 20s, enters the room, followed closely by Arlette Ory, an assertive and practical nurse in her mid-30s. The two women exchange a brief smile, their characters at odds. Luciana approaches Gloria's bedside, tenderly adjusting her bedsheet. She checks the ventilator tubes, confirming everything is functioning correctly. Arlette stands at the foot of the bed, quietly observing. LUCIANA (whispering) Hey, Gloria. How are you feeling today? Gloria attempts to speak but is met with only a strained breath. Frustration mirrors in her eyes, and she looks towards Luciana, longing for understanding. Luciana reaches for a basin of warm water and a soft cloth, dipping it gently. She carefully begins to wash Gloria's face, her touch gentle and soothing. Gloria's face, once unkempt, now radiates a delicate cleanliness. Arlette watches silently, a flicker of skepticism crossing her face. ARLETTE (whispering) She can't even speak, Luciana. You're overwhelming her with your fussing. Luciana continues washing Gloria's face, her focus solely on the patient she cares for so deeply. LUCIANA (whispering) Arlette, can't you see? This isn't about fussing. It's about maintaining her dignity. Gloria deserves to be treated with compassion and tenderness. Arlette scoffs quietly, unconvinced. Gloria closes her eyes, surrendering to the gentle touch of the cloth against her skin. The scene is intimate, vulnerable, and filled with unspoken emotions. Luciana moves on to cleaning Gloria's parched mouth, using a cotton swab dipped in water to relieve her discomfort. The subtle blush of embarrassment creeps onto Gloria's cheeks, but Luciana's soothing presence reassures her. Arlette, now standing a step closer, watches their interaction with growing curiosity. ARLETTE (whispering) All I'm saying is that the poor girl doesn't need a constant reminder of her condition. I'm just here to do my job and provide her the care she needs. Luciana finishes cleaning Gloria's mouth and leans closer, her voice barely audible. LUCIANA (whispering) Arlette, I understand your perspective, but every gesture, every touch, can be an act of kindness. It's more than just a job; it's a connection. This may be the only kindness Gloria receives all day. Arlette's expression softens, a newfound understanding emerging from within her. They both step back, glancing at Gloria, who looks calmer and more at peace. Luciana and Arlette exchange a small nod, finding common ground in their differing approaches. The room falls into a contemplative silence as the scene ends, leaving a thought-provoking atmosphere behind. FADE OUT.