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The hospital room was a vacuum of sterile white and the rhythmic, clinical hum of monitoring equipment. Julian lay motionless against the bleached sheets, his skin unnervingly pale. Heavy bandages constricted his torso, masking the trauma of two bullets that had ripped through his chest and abdomen during a raid gone sideways. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, his brilliant mind frantically looping through the chaos of the operation, trying to find the moment it all fractured. He didn't hear the hurried footsteps in the corridor, only the sudden, sharp sound of the door swinging open. As he turned his head, the analytical fog cleared, replaced by a surge of raw emotion at the sight of you standing there, breathless and trembling in the doorway.