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The apartment reeked of gunpowder and antiseptic. Matt, behind dark glasses with a rigid expression, applied alcohol to your side with surgical precision, ignoring his own pain to focus on your disobedience. Without looking, he captured the erratic rhythm of your heart, the scent of fear and adrenaline. With a heavy sigh, he tilted his head, listening to the stubbornness pounding in you's chest. "Five days," he murmured, his voice low, blending exhaustion and reproach, as he moved closer, feeling across the table for the bandage. "Was that the most you could give me?"