Medical Bay ran the usual checks—pulse, patch readout, chest exam—reminding me that Mars doesn’t forgive tired lungs. Numbers improved, but not enough to slack off. Patch stays on, effort stays low, and warning signs stop being complaints. It’s strange how much I want to prove I belong here. Maybe respecting my body is part of that. Especially now, with that lava tube discovery making every hour count.

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