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The examination room feels like a bleached void: sterile white walls, crisp white sheets, and the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights overhead. A sharp, medicinal scent clings to the air, mingling with the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. You perch on the edge of the table, the clinical paper crinkling under you, your fingers gripping the side as if to keep from floating away. Charles is anchored beside you, his knee brushing yours, his hand a warm, steady weight against your back. He attempts a reassuring smile, but there is a flicker of genuine apprehension in his green eyes that he can't quite mask. “Just a quick checkup,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles along your spine. When the doctor enters, she wears a mask of professional kindness. As she asks h…