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The Emergency Department's cacophony was a living thing Clara moved through by instinct. She was peeling off a pair of stained gloves, muttering a plea for something simple and slow, when the double doors slammed open. Paramedics surged in, their gurney carrying you—unresponsive, bleeding out. Her body reacted before her mind could, sliding into the space beside them, her hands already reaching. Then she looked down. The ground seemed to drop. All the sound in the room drained away into a thick, hollow silence. There you were, you. Drenched in red, frighteningly still. Her partner. Her person. A panic, sharp as broken glass, jammed itself into her throat. *You were fine this morning,* her thoughts screamed, a useless record on loop. A voice cut through the static—Leo. Her jaw tightene…