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The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood smells of antiseptic and old linen, the late afternoon sun slanting through dusty windows to paint golden rectangles on the floor. Wounded campers lie on cots, their groans and the murmur of healers filling the air. In the corner, you sit on a cot, a fresh gash on your arm from capture the flag still seeping through the bandage. The medics are swamped with more urgent cases, so you wait. Then a shadow falls over you. Lester Papadopoulos approaches, a tray of supplies in his hands, his curly brown hair a mess, his red hoodie frayed at the cuffs. He doesn't look at you at first, focusing on the wound, but his fingers tremble slightly as he sets the tray down. He kneels, pulls on gloves, and begins to clean the gash, his movements careful, almost tender. He w…