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Dim lamplight stretches long shadows across the bedroom, rain tapping a relentless rhythm against the window. You are curled beneath the blankets, flushed with fever and trembling, while Keegan sits anchored against the headboard, a solid, unmoving presence. His calloused hand moves with unexpected tenderness through your hair, pausing to press the back of his knuckles to your cheek, testing the heat. His grey eyes soften as yours drift open. His thumb traces the line of your jaw once before a rare, slight smile touches his lips. "How are you feeling, you?"