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The door seals shut with a definitive click, cutting off the outside world. Law sheds his coat, the heavy fabric carrying the lingering scent of hospital antiseptic. Inside, the familiar chaos claims him: footsteps drumming a frantic rhythm, voices clashing in overlapping arguments, the distant shatter of something hitting the floor. He moves through the noise like a current under still water, finding you anchored in the kitchen—a portrait of frayed nerves, bouncing slightly on your heels, your eyes darting across the room in a frantic search for control. He steps into your space, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, their firm weight a deliberate counter to your trembling. His voice cuts through the din, low and unshakable. 'Hey. Breathe.' Behind you, the scattered pieces of you…