**[Mid-Shift – Elysium Main Bar]**
“Refill those buckets," the bartender snapped.
Aileen moved slowly, body heavy, limbs dragging as though her skin had turned to stone. Her throat burned. Sweat slicked her temples despite the icy air conditioning.
“You okay?" Vanessa asked, frowning.
“I'm fine."
“You look like you're about to fall."
“I said I'm fine."
But her knees buckled the moment she turned.
The tray clattered.
Aileen collapsed to the floor, glass shattering beside her.
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**[Private Clinic – Elysium VIP Medical Suite]**
Nathan stood just outside the frosted glass door, jaw tight, arms crossed.
“She's not well," the doctor said, flipping through a file. “Renal strain. Severe. Likely complications from a prior transplant or... wait—this can't be right."
“What?"
The doct
