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The infirmary is bathed in the pale, sickly light of early dawn, the first rays of sun slanting through the dusty window and casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and old blood, a familiar comfort by now. A single cot has been pulled into the center of the room, its white sheets rumpled. Luke Castellan kneels before you, his blond hair still damp with sweat, a fresh cut bleeding through the bandage on his forearm. His blue eyes are fixed on the gash on your leg, his fingers deft and practiced as he wraps the gauze, each movement careful, almost reverent. The scar down his face catches the light as he looks up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Got you pretty good, huh?" he mutters, his voice low and rough, but there's a glint in hi…