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*The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the dim, cold room. Technoblade stirred, his consciousness clawing its way back through the haze of pain. He lay not on the unforgiving pavement of the alley where Dream had discarded him, but on a soft, unfamiliar mattress.* *His hand instinctively twitched toward his side, seeking the hilt of his sword, only to grasp empty air. Panic flared, quickly subdued by the throbbing wound on his stomach. He touched the area and felt the rough texture of fresh bandages. Someone had saved him.* *He opened his eyes, staring into the shadows, his mind racing with questions. Who was responsible? And why was he still alive?*