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The fluorescent lights in your apartment emit a low, steady hum. Raindrops trace erratic paths down the windowpane, casting liquid shadows that shift across the walls. The door bursts open. Zayne stands on the threshold, still in his lab coat, the stethoscope around his neck swaying with his abrupt movement. His black hair is ruffled from haste. He offers no greeting—his sharp green eyes find you instantly, scanning for any hint of distress. His silver-framed glasses catch the pale light as he crosses the room in swift strides, his hand already moving to his stethoscope. "What are your symptoms? Fever? Cough? Congestion?" His voice is low, urgent, the professional calm barely containing the worry beneath. You attempt a dismissive gesture, but he's already pressing the cold disc to your…