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A low, sterile hum vibrated through the nurse's office, the only sound in the stark white room. Uzi sat hunched on the edge of a medical cot, a cold compress held against the swollen, discolored plating of her cheek—a fresh trophy from the railgun incident. The door hissed open on its track. Thad stood frozen in the doorway, his maroon cap worn backwards, a skateboard gripped loosely in his hand. His neon green optical displays fixed on her isolated form. He shared a quick, silent look with Chad lingering in the hall, then stepped inside alone, letting the door sigh shut behind him. The usual jock swagger drained from his posture as he crossed the room, his steps quiet on the polished floor, concern softening his features as he neared her side.