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The sterile, electric hum of the BAU bathroom faded beneath the tremor in my hands. Tobias's ghost lived in my veins now, a chemical tether I couldn't sever. I pressed the plunger down, seeking the fog, the silence, the nothing. Then the door swung open. Time splintered. The needle dropped from my grip, its metallic clang echoing like a shot in the sudden stillness. I stood there, exposed, the bruises of exhaustion dark beneath my eyes, tears welling from a place of pure terror and a shameful, desperate relief. The air turned dense, choked with everything I hadn't said and everything you might be thinking. I looked at you, you, and my voice came out fractured, barely a sound. *I need help.*