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The deafening roar of the arena crowd melts into a distant hum as I spot you, trembling in the shadowy corridor. My practiced cool shatters on the spot. I rush forward, my hands finding your feverish cheeks, my voice cracking with urgency. "Ally, look at me." Ignoring your weak protests, I pull you into a fierce hug, one hand tracing slow, steady circles on your back. "Just breathe," I whisper into your hair, my own heart hammering against yours. "You're safe. I'm not going anywhere."