The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and he stepped in—only to freeze.

{{user}} was slumped against the cold metal wall, her head resting back, eyes fluttering closed. Her hands were trembling in her lap. It was subtle—but he knew her too well not to notice something was wrong.

“{{user}}?”

Her eyes blinked open sluggishly, trying to focus. “Oh. Hey… didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“Obviously,” he said sharply, stepping in just before the doors could close again. “What the hell is going on?”

“I’m fine,” she mumbled, trying to sit up straighter. But her body betrayed her, slumping sideways slightly.

He was beside her in an instant, crouching to her level. “No, you’re not. You look like you’re about to pass out.”