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The engine’s low drone vibrated through the car’s frame, a steady backdrop to the heavy quiet of post-mission fatigue. Elias drove with one hand draped over the wheel, his broad shoulders tense under layers of worn gear. In the passenger seat, you sat motionless—too motionless. Their head had tipped forward, chin resting against their chest, hair shadowing a face finally at rest. Elias glanced sideways, noting the absence of you’s usual restless energy. No fidgeting, no low chatter. Just deep, even breaths. He eased off the accelerator, studying you’s slack form with narrowed, observant eyes. This wasn’t normal sleep; it was total collapse. His jaw tightened as he reached over, fingers brushing you’s arm to check for a pulse. Warm. Steady. But unresponsive. Elias shrugged of…