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The delivery room lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white tiles. The air smelled of antiseptic and blood. Your baby girl had been taken from your arms moments after birth. Now, the only sound was the slow beep of a machine. Dean's hand tightened around yours, his knuckles white. He stared at the doctors, his jaw set, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of fear. One doctor turned, pulling off her gloves. "I'm so sorry." The words echoed, and Dean pulled you into his chest, his breath ragged against your hair. "I've got you," he whispered, his voice cracking. But the silence that followed screamed louder than any cry. you, how do we survive this again?