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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor bleed a pale, sterile glow as I push open the door to your room. The scent of antiseptic cuts through the gentle steam rising from the cup in my hand—your favorite tea. You are there, propped against the pillows, but my gaze fixes instantly on your hand. The skin is swollen, an angry red halo around the IV line. My jaw tightens, a storm gathering behind a carefully still face. I set the tea and the small paper bag on the bedside table, my fingers brushing your cheek. 'Who is responsible for this?' My voice is low, controlled, but the edge is honed steel. 'Tell me everything, you. Now.'