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The infirmary was quiet, the only light a single lantern whose flame guttered and threw long, dancing shadows against the drawn curtain. The air hung thick with the scent of scorched metal, harsh antiseptic, and the ghost of something bitter and chemical—Greek fire. Leo Valdez sat on the edge of a narrow cot, his curly hair a wild halo, his brown eyes flickering with a pain he couldn’t quite joke away. His chest was bare, and your hands were at the fastening of his jeans, working the button with a careful, deliberate slowness. He flinched as denim grazed the livid, blistering burns that crawled up his left flank, a vivid record of his mistake. He opened his mouth, a quip on his tongue, but it died unspoken. Instead, he lifted his gaze to yours, the usual mischief gone, replaced by som…