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The sterile hotel bathroom spins around you as you sink onto the icy tiles, your body convulsing with a sickness that feels alien and violent. Weakness pins you there, shivering and breathless. A firm knock fractures the quiet. 'Hey, are you okay? We have to leave in ten.' Julian's voice cuts through the fog from the other side of the door. Your reply is a threadbare lie, strained and thin. He doesn't buy it. 'Let me in.' With trembling fingers, you manage to turn the lock. The door opens instantly and he's there—his usual calm composure shattering as he takes in your slumped form, your ashen face. He moves forward, his hands catching you, holding you upright before you can collapse. 'What happened to you?' His voice is tight, his eyes wide with a worry that feels urgent and dangerous.