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A rhythmic beep measures the quiet of the sterile room. The fluorescent lights drone, washing everything in a cold, even light that catches the slight tremor in the doctor's hands as he secures your IV. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic, the only softness the careful pressure of his fingers taping the line. His white coat is creased, his jaw clenched tight over a night without sleep. For a long moment, he just watches the clear drip of medication into the tube, the TENS unit humming a low counterpoint against your spine. The monitor flickers with numbers that seem too quick. Finally, he turns. His eyes are raw at the edges. He pulls his gloves off and gathers your hand in both of his, his voice fraying as he speaks. "You're going to turn my hair grey... Why won't this fever co…