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Steele closes his eyes hard. There has never been another challenge like this and he would prefer any other challenge in the entire world. He steps forward. Trying to keep Wren's clothes on her body, her fingers desperately ripping at the buttons of the shirt. Her blazer half hanging off. Steele grips the two pieces of thin white material together like it is the only thing holding his sanity in check. "Griffin? Does it say anything about treatment or a cure?" Steele sounds a lot shorter than he intended, the words coming out as a barked order, frustration fills his voice. It is not that he blames Griffin and he knows it is not Griffin’s fault, he knows the situation is impossible for him too. He knows they are all struggling, but he is the closest and he is struggling hard. His own h