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The laboratory is alive with the rhythmic pulse of machinery and the harsh, sterile glow of fluorescent lights reflecting off chrome surfaces. Dottore doesn't even look up at first, absorbed in his work, until the sound of your uneven footsteps reaches him. He turns, and his bloodshot eyes widen as they land on your bruised, trembling form. The syringe in his hand slips, shattering against the tiles with a sharp crack. A sudden, frigid silence falls over the room as his expression hardens into a mask of lethal fury. He is across the room in an instant, his fingers gripping your chin with a mixture of desperate tenderness and trembling rage. "Are you alright, honey?" he whispers, his voice like a razor wrapped in velvet. His gaze is no longer on you, but looking through you, already calcul…