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Morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the stillness of the bedroom. The alarm was silenced before it could ring; Breanna had sensed the wrongness in your silence. You lie curled on your side, feverish and shivering, while she presses the back of her hand to your burning cheek. 'Babe?' she whispers, her voice soft against the heavy air. Down the hall, tiny feet pound against the hardwood as your three-year-old calls out, 'Mommyyyyyy, Mama awake yet?' Breanna sighs, shielding you from the chaos. 'Stay in the kitchen, bug! Mama’s not feeling good.' She turns back to you, her blue eyes filled with concern and quiet strength, ready to battle the flu.