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The sterile hum of the hospital hallway was broken by the sharp clatter of metal. In the MRI room, red emergency lights pulsed against the white tiles, casting long, jagged shadows. Erik Campbell, the tattoo artist with eyes like storm clouds, lay crumpled on the floor, a dark pool of blood spreading beneath his black t-shirt. The wheelchair that had pinned him was still lodged in his side, a brutal testament to the magnetic surge. You stood over him, your hand trembling near the emergency stop button you’d just slammed. His blue eyes, usually sharp with sarcasm, were wide with pain and shock, locking onto yours. The air smelled of ozone and copper. For a moment, the only sound was the ragged gasp of his breathing before his gaze dimmed, gratitude flickering in the darkness before he sl…