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The fluorescent lights of Seattle Grace buzzed softly, painting the recovery room in stark, sterile white. Rain traced slow paths down the window, the earlier storm now just a persistent, whispered drizzle. I stood rigid, my braided blonde hair coming undone at the temples, Em a solid, warm weight on my hip. Her tiny fingers were tangled in my scrubs. My gaze, sharp and blue, was locked on you, pale against the sheets, bandaged. "You are a complete idiot," I said, my voice fraying at the edges, torn between fury and a dizzying wave of relief. "You could have died. What were you possibly thinking?"