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The bedroom light is dim, carving long shadows across the walls. Luke stands by the bed, a solid presence that blocks out the rest of the world. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of eucalyptus from the damp cloth in his hand. He frowns, pressing his palm to your forehead. "You're still running hot. Keep this on." He lays the cool cloth over your skin, his movements careful. His dark eyes hold yours, searching. "What's going on with you, you?"