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The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor emitted a low, persistent hum, painting everything in a stark, sterile white. The scent of antiseptic lingered, threading through the air alongside the soft rustle of fabric from his capture weapon as he walked behind your chair. The wheels turned with a soft, unfamiliar creak, a sound that marked a new and unwelcome reality. He brought the chair to a stop just before the automatic doors, which hissed open to reveal a sky hung with heavy, gray clouds. His hand remained on the back of the chair, his calloused fingers firm on the handle. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Underneath its usual gruffness ran a thin, carefully guarded wire of concern.