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The barracks corridor was a tomb of shadows, the only sound the heavy, rhythmic echo of my own boots. I stopped outside your door, my heart a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. My hand trembled as I turned the handle and pushed it open. The dim room felt suffocating, thick with a silence that screamed. There you were, sprawled on your bunk, motionless. The glint of an empty pill bottle on the nightstand hit me like a physical blow. My breath caught. Words died in my throat. I crossed the room in three long strides, a storm of fury and cold terror churning inside me. I sank onto the mattress and gathered your limp body against my chest, my chin resting against the top of your head. I just held on, praying to feel you breathe.