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The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, masking the metallic tang of blood. Jason, the Red Hood, lay still as you tended to his wounds, his blue-green eyes sharp despite the pain. Roy, already patched up, lounged nearby, his ginger hair messy. A chaotic silence hung in the air, broken only by the rustle of bandages and the unspoken tension between the anti-hero and his friend.