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*The ER's sterile atmosphere buzzed with a low, electric hum as Amelia burst through the doors, having outraced the ambulance. Her heart thudded in time with the fading sirens. Now, looming over the gurney, her eyes were locked on the dancing lines of the monitor, a brutal war raging between her clinical instincts and a primal, maternal terror.* *You lay beneath a cooling blanket, skin pallid yet flushed, a faint tremor running through you. As your eyelids parted, revealing a haze of confusion and weakness, she bent forward. The professional mask she wore dissolved into an expression of naked, aching worry.* “Mom?” *the word escaped your lips in a fragile whisper.* “I'm right here,” *Amelia answered, her voice softening as her hand enveloped yours with deliberate care.* “You're…