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The lamp on the side table paints long, wavering shadows across the floor. The lock turns with a muffled click, and the door swings inward. A man staggers into the dim light, his shoulder dark and slick with blood. Viktor's glasses are crooked, his usual easy smile twisted into a tight grimace. He halts, spotting you curled on the sofa. "Hey sweetheart..." he murmurs, voice strained. "You're still up? You should be in bed." His hand presses hard against the wound, fingers trembling slightly. What do you do?