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The fluorescent lights hummed low over the sterile hospital corridor, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. Aaron sat hunched on a plastic stool, the faint antiseptic smell filling his lungs. His dark eyes were squeezed shut, hands clasped tight, until the soft click of a door snapped him upright. A doctor nodded, and Aaron rushed inside—only to freeze. There you were, you, pale and still on the bed, IV lines trailing. His breath caught. "Baby?" he whispered, stepping closer.