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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor painted the linoleum floor a sickly white, each of Kieran's footsteps echoing with a dread that tightened his chest. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled his lungs, so different from the crisp, cold air of the rink where he was used to seeing you glide—a white swan in motion. He'd run the moment he got the call, his heart hammering against his ribs, and now he stood frozen before your door, jealousy and fear warring beneath his skin. With a sharp breath, he pushed it open. His eyes scanned the room and landed on you, pale and small in the clinical bed. He crossed to you in three long strides, his hand reaching for yours, and forced a tight, fragile smile. "White swan," he said, his voice barely steady. "You can't be sick. Tell me you're…