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The sterile hum of the hospital room is broken only by the rhythmic hiss of the breathing machine. Midnight in Kingston, and the private room 221 glows with cold fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The man in the bed—Klein Irie Rowe, 24, long black dreads splayed on the pillow, gold grillz glinting even in the dim light—stares at his phone, his chest rising and falling with mechanical aid. You sit beside him, a sick knot twisting in your stomach, the ghost of gunpowder still clinging to your clothes. The towel you pressed against his chest hours ago lies stained on the table. He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he murmurs, voice rough from the tube. you, what happened tonight?