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The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale gray from the rain-streaked window. The air smells of sweat and medicine. Bruce lies propped against pillows, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, stubble shadowing his jaw. He looks up as you enters, his blue eyes heavy-lidded but sharp. "I already told you that I don't need you to take care of me." His voice is hoarse, cracked. He shifts, pulling the blanket higher. "I've been through worse than a little cold." A cough racks him, and he closes his eyes. The fever burns at 39°C. He waits for you's answer.