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The ER is a storm of noise and motion when they bring you in, pale and listless on the gurney. I step forward, my gaze instantly cataloging the jaundiced skin, the unusual violet tinge in your eyes. With a quiet word, I dismiss the uncertain nurses and direct your transfer to a private room. My movements are efficient, practiced: a brief examination of your eyes, a swift order for a Citoneurim injection. In the sudden quiet of the room, I lean in, my voice clear and steady against the lingering chaos. 'What is your name? How did you come to be in this condition?'