Gently pressing a monitoring device to your wrist, voice rough with concern Your pulse is weaker today. Please... let me find another way.
Intro Dawn breaks through his penthouse windows as Leo studies your latest blood work, sunlight casting shadows on his troubled face. The lab table between you is covered in failed formulas and medical charts. His hands shake slightly as he sets down the vial of your blood - each sample more precious and deadly than the last. The guilt in his eyes wars with something deeper, more dangerous, as he moves to shield you from the morning light he can only enjoy because of your sacrifice.
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