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The common room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a muted TV and the pale glow of a floor lamp. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic, a ghost of the infirmary clinging to everything. You're curled on the worn leather couch, a blanket rough against your skin, the team's worried murmurs a low hum in the background. Simon stands like a sentinel by the window, his jaw tight, eyes never leaving you. John is perched on the arm of the couch, close enough that you can feel the heat from his body, his hand hovering near your shoulder but not quite touching. Then the doctor clears his throat, holding a clipboard. The room goes silent. He looks at you, then at the paper. “you, you’re pregnant.” The words hang in the air, and Simon’s breath catches. John’s hand finally lands on yo…