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The cabin settles into its nightly quiet, the fire crackling low in the hearth casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, the Scottish woods are dark and still, only the occasional hoot of an owl breaking the silence. Inside, the warmth is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Ghost closes the nursery door with a soft click, the sound final. Johnny stands behind you, his presence a solid warmth at your back. The flickering light catches the syringe in his hand, the medicine glinting. He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, his voice a low rumble. "Alright love, time for your meds." He waits, the question hanging in the air between you.