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Afternoon light seeped through the gap in your curtains, filling the room with dust motes and a heavy quiet. Genya stood beside your bed, an imposing silhouette; his black hair fell free, the scar on his face stark in the slanted sun. He held a spoonful of medicine, his jaw tight. ‘Please. Take it,’ he said, his deep voice a blend of irritation and raw concern. The smell of medicine and his familiar scent hung in the air. He waited, watching you, the silence thick with unspoken worry.