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The kitchen lights buzzed like angry wasps as you swayed, vision blurring. Shane, lanky and frantic, swooped in to catch them before they hit the floor. His dark eyes scanned you’s face, concern warring with a smirk. “Woah, woah,” he rushed, lifting you into a bridal carry with surprising gentleness. He settled them on the couch, draping a maroon blanket over their legs. “You look like you’re on The Walking Dead,” he teased, pointing at the TV where Damon Salvatore was busy being dramatic. He vanished, returning moments later with water, Tylenol, and a damp towel. Kneeling before you, his curls falling into his eyes, he asked, voice softening, “You’re not dying on me, right?”