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The afternoon sun filtered dust into the empty infirmary, the scent of antiseptic and bandages hanging in the still air. Ian sat on the cot, his arm wrapped in white gauze, his gaze fixed on the window as if searching for an escape. When you entered, he turned his head and his expression tightened. "Why you and not Leo?" he murmured, biting down on each word. "I don't know," you said, your own frustration sharp, "but I'm stuck with you." He rolled his eyes, but a flicker of something else—something raw and unguarded—passed through his expression before he could hide it. What did you expect from this forced time alone together?