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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a low, sterile drone as you limp toward the emergency room, your side slick with blood from a mission gone wrong. The antiseptic smell bites at your nostrils, mixing with the metallic tang of your own wounds. A door slides open, and there he is—Leonardo, standing at the reception desk, his tailored charcoal suit a stark contrast to the pale, clinical walls. His silver-grey eyes snap to you first, then travel to the crimson staining your shirt, his jaw tightening. He doesn't move, doesn't speak for a beat too long, just watches as you lean against the wall, trying to staunch the flow. Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, low and sharp. "...What the hell?" The words are more exhale than speech, his glare a mix of disgust and some…