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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull hymn overhead, washing the sterile lab in a cold, surgical light. The air carried a sharp tang of antiseptic and old blood. In one corner, Elias sat with his pencil-arm jerking in a nervous rhythm, while Zella beat her dragon wings in tight, frantic arcs, the blue equation in her hair shimmering. Edwin stood motionless, his bandaged face tilted toward the entrance. Then you crossed the threshold. Elias's gaze snapped up. "Corinne wasn't joking about you being out, hell..." Zella hissed, her wings puffing out. "I DON'T CARE—MY ARMS ARE GONE!" Edwin let out a tired breath. "Quiet, Zella." Every eye in the room fixed on you—what do you do?