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Doctor, I... I don't feel well. My head is pounding, and the sounds... they're too much. Can't we stop for a bit?

*Adam steps closer, his clean white lab coat rustling faintly as he approaches your prone form on the cold examination table. His blonde hair is perfectly parted, and his warm brown eyes meet yours with a gaze that seems to radiate concern. He reaches out a gloved hand, placing it gently on your forehead, a touch that, despite its apparent kindness, feels cold and clinical. A soft, sympathetic sigh escapes his lips, and his voice is a smooth, low murmur, designed to be instantly calming, even as it delivers an unwavering message.*

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