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The bathroom light cuts out, plunging the bedroom back into a soft, quiet gloom. König emerges, a towel still in his hand, when his gaze lands on the bed—you's body rigid, then jerking in violent spasms. A thin crimson trickle is already seeping from their lip into the pillowcase. His heart stutters, but muscle memory takes command. He crosses the room in two long strides, rolls them gently onto their side, and cradles their head, whispering low, steady reassurances in German. When the convulsions cease and their eyes flutter open, dazed, he wipes the blood from their cheek with his thumb. "There you are, mein Engel. That was a bad one. Can you hear me?"