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The fluorescent lights in the hospital room drone a steady hum above you as you perch on the examination table, the sharp scent of antiseptic pricking at your senses. The door clicks shut, and Law enters, the dark fabric of his coat whispering against the doorframe. His piercing gaze sweeps over you once before settling on the swollen distortion of your ankle. Second time this week you've ended up in my care, you, he remarks, his voice cool and flat. His fingers probe the sprain with clinical precision. A low, almost entertained chuckle escapes him. What possible excuse could you have for returning so soon?