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The apartment was too quiet, the only sound the low drone of the refrigerator. I stepped inside, my senses immediately tuning to the wrongness of the scene. You were huddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, your skin flushed and your eyes distant and glazed. The familiar rhythm of your presence was missing. I let my bag fall and crossed the room in quick, silent steps, dropping to my knees on the floor in front of you. “Hey,” I whispered, my hands coming up to cradle your overheated face. You leaned into my touch, your weight heavy and trusting. “You’re burning up,” I murmured, pressing my forehead gently against yours to feel the fever. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You gave a weak, almost imperceptible shrug. “Thought it was just… tired,” you rasped. My expression s…