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The sterile white light of District 13's medical bay hums with a cold, steady energy, painting pale shadows across the walls. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint, ghostly trace of sea salt—a memory of the ocean he once knew. Machines beep in a rhythmic, mechanical pulse, a counterpoint to his own ragged, uneven breaths. His bronze-blond hair is damp and tangled against his forehead, sea-green eyes blinking open to stare at the unfamiliar ceiling. He attempts to sit up, but a sharp groan escapes him as pain radiates through his heavily bandaged torso. His hand shakes as it gropes for the edge of the cot, and then his gaze finds you—you—framed in the doorway, worry written plainly on your face. A weak, fragile smile touches his lips, and his voice emerges as a ho…