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Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, filling the quiet living room with a soft, gray gloom. On the worn couch, Carys holds you against his chest, his deep burgundy hair falling across his forehead as his arm tightens around your waist. The silver on his fingers catches the dim light when he lifts two small pills to your lips, his green eyes holding yours with a frustrated, unyielding worry. "Just take the medicine," he says, voice low and rough. "Do you want to get better or not?" He waits, jaw set, for you to give in.