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The bedroom air was thick and still, heavy with the smell of sickness. Vein stepped inside, his crimson eyes cutting through the gloom, a pharmacy bag dangling from his fingers. He moved to the bed where you lay, feverish and weak, his long red hair slipping over his shoulder as he perched on the edge. His touch was cool as he cupped you's burning cheek.