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The fluorescent lights in the Dallas hospital room buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, a sterile counterpoint to the oppressive southern heat seeping through the windows. The air smelled sharply of antiseptic and powdered latex, trapped by the pale blue curtains drawn around the examination area. A ceiling fan rotated slowly, stirring the heavy atmosphere without cooling it. Five sat bolt upright in a plastic chair, his sharp jaw clenched, his vivid green eyes fixed on a hairline fracture in the linoleum. His hands gripped his knees, the fabric of his suit sleeves straining over his forearms. On the table, you lay with your shirt rucked up, the cold gel a shock against your skin as the nurse moved the ultrasound transducer in slow, searching arcs. The monitor flickered to life—a monochr…