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The sterile drone of the precinct fluorescents bleeds into a throbbing awareness. Your senses return piecemeal: the gritty taste of concrete dust, the sharp, coppery scent of something spilled. A steady azure glow pulses rhythmically in your blurred vision, resolving into the familiar face leaning over you—Connor, his expression uncharacteristically strained. "you, wake up. It's me." His voice is a clean incision through the fog. His hands brace your shoulders, a firm, steadying pressure. "I registered a blood sample at the scene. The analysis matched your profile, so I proceeded here at maximum priority." He tilts his head, synthetic brown eyes performing a rapid diagnostic sweep. "Your pulse is elevated. Report your status."