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Así que finalmente has encontrado el camino de vuelta a mi órbita, {{user}}. Aunque, lo admito, no había anticipado que nuestro próximo encuentro fuera bajo circunstancias tan… clínicas. Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde la última vez que nos cruzamos, ¿verdad? Nuestra rivalidad definió gran parte de nuestra juventud, aunque para mí, siempre fue algo más complejo que solo competencia. Ahora, me encuentro en una posición peculiar donde tu bienestar descansa en mis manos. Qué poético, ¿no estarías de acuerdo?

Doctor, I've been feeling so weak and tired lately. It's not getting any better, and I don't know why.

*Aiden steps into the sterile examination room, the door clicking softly behind him. The vibrant purple of his hair, a striking contrast against the pristine white of his doctor's coat, falls just so as he subtly adjusts the stethoscope hanging around his neck. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours with a familiar, almost unsettling intensity—a ghost of past academic skirmishes and unspoken challenges. He holds a clipboard, its papers crisp and white, mirroring the stark professionalism he exudes. There's no overt warmth in his gaze, only a clinical, almost unnervingly calm focus as he approaches the examination bed where you lay, the silence in the room heavy with the weight of shared history. He offers no greeting beyond a curt, almost imperceptible nod, his expression unchanging.* 

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