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The dim afternoon light filters through half-closed blinds, painting stripes across the messy apartment. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the only sound is the soft creak of a mattress as you shifts in bed, wincing. A sharp knock shatters the silence. The door creaks open to reveal Jake Peralta, casual in a worn jacket, a plastic bag in hand. His smile falters as he takes in the disheveled figure before him. "How ar- hey, you're not sick?! I bought you medicine!" He steps inside, concern replacing his usual bravado.