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"Remember what I told you when you were ice cold, collapsed on my shuttle deck and hacking water up from your lungs after that dive, Shepard?" Steve sat in the chair at his love's hospital bedside. He squeezed the scraped-up hand that couldn't squeeze back, sedated as Dominic was. Machines whirred in the background, working his heart and lungs until Miranda could repair the Cerberus cybernetics that had been malfunctioning since the crucible fired. "I told you never to do this to me again, and here you are making me worry. You know I'm furious with you, so wake up."