SKYThe room felt too small for his pain.I could hear it in the way he breathed, harsh and uneven, like every inhale scraped against something sharp inside his skull. He sat slumped on the edge of the bed, one hand pressed hard against his temple as though he could crush the pain if he just pushed hard enough.“Turn the lights off,” he muttered.“They are already off,” I said softly.He let out a low, frustrated groan, squeezing his eyes tighter. Even the faint lamplight seemed too much for him. Sweat clung to his skin, dampening his shirt, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead. He looked nothing like the composed, untouchable man everyone feared. Right now, he just looked… human. And hurting.The doctor stood a few feet away, calm but watchful. He clearly knew this wasn’t new.“He’s having a severe episode,” the doctor said quietly to me. “Triggered by alcohol, I assume.”I nodded. “He’s been like this for a while.”Another groan tore from him, louder this time, more desperat
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