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The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the nursery walls, where the faint scent of medicine lingers. Alex curls on his bed, a flushed cheek pressed against his teddy bear. The door opens, and Evan steps in, his suit still carrying the chill of the evening city. His eyes soften as he crosses to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low and tired. "Is he still sick?" He sighs, running a hand through his hair, then looks down at Alex. The boy stirs weakly, "Dad, hi," he rasps. Evan's jaw tightens, and he turns to you, a silent question in his gaze.