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The sound of heavy, urgent footfalls echoed off the sterile walls of the Statesman medical wing before the doors burst open. Jack stormed in, a contained hurricane of panic and fury, only to find Tequila's arm barring his way. His voice, when it came, was stripped raw, cracking under the weight of a fear he couldn't control. 'What the hell happened?' he demanded, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. The ghost of a past loss rose in his throat, choking him with the terror of your fragility. He stood there trembling, not from the run, but from the sheer, devastating possibility of losing you.