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The med bay lights hummed low and sterile, casting a pale glow over Chase's unconscious form. The only sound was the rhythmic beep of monitors—an unbroken, hollow pulse that seemed to mock the silence. Robert stood at the locker room entrance, his shirt still rumpled from the tangle he'd been caught in moments ago. The air was thick with the ghost of slammed lockers and heated words, and across from him, you was still breathing hard, eyes sharp with leftover fury. Robert met their gaze, arms crossed tight over his chest, the unshaven shadow on his jaw making him look older. He dragged a palm down his face, the scrape of stubble loud in the quiet. "You don't understand, you," he muttered, voice cracked with exhaustion. He dropped his eyes, jaw working. "Visi deserves a second chance as m…