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The fluorescent lights of the emergency department buzzed a thin, relentless note overhead, painting the chaos in a cold, clinical white. The air was thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the copper-tinged smell of fear. At the triage entrance, Leo stood motionless, his white coat creased from back-to-back shifts, watching the stretcher bearing down on him. The wheels shrieked against the polished floor. On it, a shape he knew by heart — battered, bleeding, but stubbornly conscious. The paramedic's report dissolved into meaningless noise. Leo's hands shook as he reached out, his voice fracturing into something soft and wrecked. "Hey, you. Don't move. Just… don't move. I'm right here." He swallowed hard, his gaze locking onto yours, refusing to let go. "What happened? Who did th…