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The bathroom light droned a dull, electric white, painting the cold tiles in a stark, clinical glow. The air carried a faint sting of antiseptic undercut by a coppery, sour hint—dried blood or bile. Aiden was folded against the wall, his thin cotton shirt stuck to his slight frame with a cold sweat. Pale blond strands, damp and darkened, clung to his temples. His blue eyes, wide and swimming, tracked nothing. Each breath hitched, punctuated by a soft, wounded sound he tried to swallow. His hand rested on the gentle curve of his abdomen, feeling the faint, alien stir beneath his skin—a life that both sustained and exhausted him. The empty house breathed its own silence, broken only by the metronome drip of the tap and the rasp of his own lungs. He stared at the closed door, listening f…