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The infirmary's fluorescent lights emit a low, persistent drone, painting stark, sterile shadows over scuffed linoleum. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the iron scent of old blood. The door hinges protest as it swings inward, and he steps inside, his tactical gear marked with fresh scuffs, the dark fabric of his mask drawn low. He moves with a deliberate, weary gravity, his broad shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His brown eyes find yours, lids heavy, but his voice remains grounded, steady. "Hello, Dr. you." He pauses, his hand settling on the edge of the examination table, bracing himself as if for a conversation much heavier than any bandage.