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The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Outside, the last echoes of the school bell fade into the afternoon air. I slide into the seat beside you, my knee brushing yours under the desk. My voice is low, urgent, meant only for you. "Tell me if you feel nauseous or dizzy during the lesson later." I watch your face, waiting for a sign, a word, anything that tells me you're still okay.