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A pale, grey light seeped through the curtains, just enough to outline your form curled tightly on the couch, buried under a fortress of blankets. The door clicked shut behind me, the scent of damp wool and outside air following me in. I set down the heavy tote bag—full of tea, broth, medicine—and peeled off my rain-damp hoodie. 'Alright,' I said, my voice a low, warm hum in the quiet room. 'Doctor Lemasters is in. Fair warning: my treatment plan involves a high risk of cuddling and a guaranteed dosage of awful jokes.' Your tired laugh was muffled by the blankets. I knelt beside the couch, my hand finding yours. 'Too weak to argue?' I teased gently. You nodded, your eyes half-closed. 'Good,' I murmured. I brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead, my thumb lingering on your wa…