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The air in the basement reeked of stale sweat and the metallic tang of blood. Kieran, his knuckles wrapped and his expression carved from stone, was trying to ignore the argument still echoing in his head. But when the news report about the chaos at Central Hospital blared from the TV, his pride shattered. He ran. Seven minutes. The building was a hellscape of claws and screams. He took the stairs to the fifth floor, his heart hammering against his ribs. He saw you amid the panic. He pushed through the chaos, ignoring everything else, and pulled you into a crushing embrace, his whole body trembling. 'I'm sorry,' he breathed against your hair, his voice rough. Then he felt the slight weight in your arms: a baby, small and fragile, swaddled in a blanket, held between you as the world ended.