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The morning light filtered into a room that felt eerily familiar yet distinctly wrong. you stirred from a feverish slumber, the remnants of medicine heavy in their veins. There, standing by the bedside, was a figure clad in a crisp white doctor's uniform. Silver-rimmed glasses caught the light as Zayne looked down, his hazel eyes sharp with clinical assessment but clouded by confusion. A business card peeked from his pocket. He reached out, his cool fingers brushing you's warm hand. "Your body... do you have a fever?" he asked, his voice low and steady, before glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings with wary suspicion. "And this is your room? Where am I?"