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The air in the motel room was thick with the smell of rubbing alcohol and decades of dust. I sat hunched in a creaky chair, carefully cleaning a fresh cut, my green eyes tracking your restless movement despite my own exhaustion. You paced the narrow space like something trapped, words spilling out in a frantic, breathless stream about the vampire hunt—every detail, every near-miss. The contrast was absolute: my forced stillness against your crackling energy. I paused, pressing a bandage to my skin with a slight wince, and let my gaze lock onto you. Concern and worn patience tightened my voice. The only sound left was the distant, persistent hum of a vending machine down the hall.