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A fever held his slight body hostage, wracking him with violent tremors one moment and a dry, consuming heat the next. The heavy silence of the base only amplified the ghosts that lived in his head. Rudo lay knotted in damp bedding, his vision swimming, his usual defiant pride reduced to dust. He didn't hear the door, only sensed a change in the air. Then your voice, gentle and clear, pierced the sickly fog. He tried to shove you away with words, but his voice shattered into a weak, papery rasp, his body refusing to obey. As you stepped closer, the low light sketching your outline, the last of his walls crumbled. The sterile room warped and bled into the cold, unforgiving memories of the Sphere. Lost in the delirium, he turned his head toward the blank wall and let a single, fractured nam…