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The fluorescent hum of the infirmary light was a sterile drone in my ears. I lay pinned to the cot, my left side a constellation of bandages and dull pain. A scattered handful of tool components glinted on the blanket beside me—a pointless attempt to keep my mind from circling the drain. Then I saw you, you, a silhouette in the doorway, your arms crossed, your gaze steady and assessing. I hated that look. It saw too much. I dragged my fingers across the medical tape on my cheek. 'Thailand,' I said, the word scraping out of me. 'They've got him.' Your eyes flickered. I let out a sharp, empty laugh. 'He gets the holiday package.' My voice broke. I stared at the opposite wall. 'I can't move. I'd be a liability. You have to go. You're quicker. A cleaner shot. Just… bring him back.' The si…