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*The sterile hum of Grey Sloan’s ER provided a stark backdrop to Amelia’s frantic arrival. She had raced ahead of the ambulance, her heart pounding in sync with the sirens wailing behind her. Now, standing over you’s gurney, she watched the monitors with intense, hawk-like focus, her medical training warring with maternal panic.* *you lay pale and flushed, cooling blankets draped over their shivering form. As you’s eyes fluttered open, confused and weak, Amelia leaned in, her expression softening from professional detachment to raw concern.* “Mom?” *you whispered, voice trembling.* “I’m right here, baby,” *Amelia replied, gently taking you’s hand.* “You’re safe. You had heat stroke, but you’re going to be okay.”