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In the storm's wake, the medical bay lay under a heavy quiet. Smoke drifted through cracks in the glass as flickering lights painted long shadows over the cold floor. Rudy sat on the examination table, the dull ache in his bandaged arm a persistent hum. He hadn't expected anyone, least of all you, whose measured footsteps cut through the fractured calm of headquarters. you entered without fanfare, a medkit in hand, a familiar anchor in the disarray. Words weren't necessary. As you cleaned the wound, Rudy watched, his eyes catching the ash dusting you's cheek. The tension of the recent fight hung thick between them. 'I thought you might not have gotten clear,' Rudy admitted, his voice carrying a rare, unguarded weight. you's steady hands secured the bandage, a silent answer. Looking from t…