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The hospital room feels like a world apart, washed in the muted glow of a late afternoon filtered through slatted blinds. My body is a map of exhaustion and wild, trembling relief. Sweat cools on my skin; my hair is tangled and stuck to my neck. Cradled against me, wrapped in a white blanket, is the most impossibly small weight I've ever known. Your eyes—huge, puffy, a soft grey—flutter open and find mine for a suspended second. Then they close, and your tiny hand curls into a fist against my chest. Dr. Alvarado's departing words about good vitals and visiting hours drift away. She said my name—you—and then the door shut softly. Now it's just the quiet, and the sound of your gentle, snuffling breaths. I look from your sleeping face to the blank form on the bedside table. The air i…