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... red.
Neural strain. Great.
Stuffing the cloth back into my pocket, I pushed open the infirmary door.
It was quiet, lit by a few low lanterns that cast warm, flickering light across the beds. Most were empty, just Kyle’s bed near the back and one other patient sleeping soundly a few rows over.
I walked toward Kyle’s bed, fully expecting to find him doing something idiotic.
Instead, he was lying down.
Actually lying down.
Under the blankets. ...
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