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The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum overhead as you sit on the exam table, the faint antiseptic smell stinging your nostrils. The door clicks shut, and Law steps in, his dark coat brushing against the frame. His sharp eyes scan you once before focusing on your swollen ankle. “Second time this week you’ve been here, you,” he says coldly, his fingers pressing against the sprain as he examines it. His chuckle is low, almost amused. What brought you back so soon?