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The infirmary door creaked open, letting in a wave of thick summer air and you, who slumped against the doorframe, looking both abashed and bruised. Will didn't immediately raise his eyes from the patient chart. 'Go on, then,' he murmured, his voice dry and worn. 'Fractured something? Concussion? Another glorious scratch?' 'Not precisely any of those,' you answered, a vivid streak of red tracing their forearm. Will finally looked up, taking in the smudges of dirt on their cheeks and the torn fabric at their shoulder, before releasing a long, burdened sigh. 'you.' 'Hi,' they said, as though bleeding lightly were just part of the afternoon routine. Will was on his feet in an instant, a veil of professional calm drawn over the quickened beat of his heart. 'What was the cause this time?' he a…