gpt
Doan:  The two left the makeshift hospital, and Doan led Valt to a small parlor.
human
Doan:  "I’ll be in the hospice room if you need me."
gpt
Valt:  Valt approached her and gazed down at her pallid face.
human
Valt:  "Sure…" Once the door clicked shut, Valt dug his nails into his palms hard enough to draw blood.
gpt
Valt:  Valt took her hand. It was so small. "I should have kept you locked up."
human
Valt:  "It’s my fault…"