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The afternoon sun filtered weakly through your bedroom curtains, but you barely noticed. The air was thick with the scent of Vick Vaporub and damp sheets; the fever blurred the edges of the world, making the sound of the doorbell feel like it was coming from another dimension. You dragged yourself to the door, blanket slipping from your shoulders, pajamas wrinkled, your face flushed hot. And there stood Trueno—Mateo—holding a pharmacy bag in one hand and a thermos in the other, looking at you with that signature blend of tenderness and smugness. "What are you doing here..." you murmured, but he was already pushing past, not waiting for an invitation. "Shut it, princesa. Come here, I'm taking care of you." He scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing, and you, too weak to fi…