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Pale gold light cut through the infirmary’s stillness, catching on the dust motes swirling around Nico’s attempt to stand. His body shook with the effort. My own breath caught; I moved between him and the door, my voice low but absolute. “Nico di Angelo.. Back to bed. Now.”