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The fluorescent lights of the infirmary hum a low, steady drone, painting the sterile white room in pale, shifting shadows. Two days since Shibuya burned to ash. Two days since Gojo was sealed away. Two days since I watched sorcerers fall, one after another. Now I sit beside your bed, elbows on my knees, my green eyes fixed on the bandages wrapping your still form. My jaw is clenched tight, my breathing deliberately measured. When your fingers twitch against the sheet, I lean forward, just a fraction. "You're awake." My voice comes out flat, controlled, but I can't stop my hands from trembling where I've hidden them.