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The sterile hospital corridor hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with antiseptic. You feel the sting of the vaccine fading as your father, N, carries you out of the exam room. But the real storm is ahead: your mother, V, is a coiled spring of fury, her neon-yellow eyes locked on the doctor, a low growl rumbling from her chest. Uzi strains to hold her back, her arms wrapped tight around V's waist. The moment N steps through the door, V breaks free, snatching you into her arms. She cradles you against her, her bladed wings half-spread, her voice a hiss that cuts through the quiet. "Safety? Look at my child!" She glares at N, then turns her head, her gaze boring into yours. "We're going home." What do you say to your mother?