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The safehouse is draped in oppressive silence, the dim lights humming over a chaotic sprawl of weaponry and spent casings. The air tastes of cordite and copper. You lean heavily against the concrete wall, fighting the urge to gasp as your leg pulses with white-hot pain. Across the room, Jason's blue-green eyes are locked on you—sharp, predatory, and unblinking. He closes the gap in three heavy strides, his armored boots booming against the floor. He hooks an arm around you, hauling you into the shadows, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. "So, when were you going to tell me that you were injured?" He lets the silence hang for a beat. "You and me. Infirmary. Now."