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The oppressive silence of the hospital break room is punctuated only by the distant hum of machinery and the late afternoon sun cutting through the air in sharp, golden slats. Zayne stands by the counter, his frame rigid, the fabric of his coat straining against broad shoulders locked in tension. Exhaustion is carved into the lines of his face, though his expression remains a mask of professional neutrality. He avoids your gaze, his voice emerging as a low, tired rumble. "Today... was not a good day." He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, the gesture betraying the sheer amount of pressure he's holding back. "But I'm fine." The words are a reflex, a desperate attempt to maintain his composure. He looks away, then slowly lets his eyes drift back to you, the hardness in his gaze melting…