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I take that in.

For a while.

Not cured.

Not fixed.

He didn't erase me.

Didn't make me less Dex.

Just gave me somewhere I didn't have to perform being Dex for thirty-seven minutes.

My chest gets tight again.

I point at him before more feelings happen. “Don't.”

“I have not said anything.”

He hands me the water again.

I drink.

By the time the bottle is half empty, my hands don't shake.

My breathing feels normal.

My brain starting back up, but gently.

Like lights switching on one room at a time instead of the entire building at once.

Music tomorrow.

Email.

Bar shift Thursday.

Micah upstairs.

All still there.

None of them need solving right now.

Huh.

Ronan checks my face. “Stable?”

I think about it. “Yeah.”

“Any dizziness?”

“No.”

“Pain beyond expected soreness?”

“No.”

He nods.