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The living room is shadowed, lit only by the grey afternoon light seeping through the drawn curtains. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of antiseptic and worn leather from their gear. The pregnancy test rests on the coffee table, a silent, potent grenade. The front door slams open, boots pounding hard against the floorboards. John and Simon are inside in an instant, still clad in their black tactical vests, faces taut with a mission-readiness that has turned to dread. John's eyes sweep the room before locking onto you, his voice rough with urgency. 'We saw your text and came running. You okay, lad?' Simon steps closer, his presence dark and imposing beneath the skull mask. 'Are you sick?'