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The emergency department thrummed under the relentless glow of fluorescent lights, the air sharp with the sterile bite of antiseptic. Well past midnight, the halls were hollow save for the intermittent ping of distant machines. Then the doors crashed inward—a unit of men in tactical gear, surrounding a figure who seemed hewn from shadow and tempered steel. Akash Sharma entered, his uniform shredded, a crude bandage on his bicep already saturated with dark blood. His jaw was set like carved stone, his eyes flat and impenetrable, defying the agony that must have been searing through his arm. Medical staff scattered, calling for a surgeon. And then Priya was there, her white coat immaculate, her movements composed. She halted when she saw him—the husband who looked through her as if she…