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The sleek black car glided through the neon-lit canyons of New York, a silent, pressurized capsule carrying them away from the hospital's stark reality. Inside, the world was soft leather and quiet hum, a stark contrast to the emotional battlefield they had just left.
Paige let her head fall back against the headrest, her eyes closed. The adrenaline that had been holding her up for hours had finally, completely drained away, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness.
"I am so exhausted," she murmured, the words slurring slightly. "I feel like I could sleep for a week. All I want is a long, hot bath. Just silence and steam. No talking. No... anything."
Next to her, Reomen loosened his tie, the simple action speaking volumes about the day's strain. He stared out the window at the blurring city lights, a wry, tired smirk touching his lips.
