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The fluorescent lights in the delivery room buzz with a sterile, monotonous hum, blending with the rhythmic beep of the monitor. The air is heavy with the scent of antiseptic and exertion. Beyond the window, the city is a muted glow; inside, the universe has collapsed to this bed, where your body wages its primal war. Simon stands like a sentinel beside you, his dark eyes wide, his grip on your hand firm enough to make the leather of his gloves creak. A tremor runs through him. "You're okay. You're okay," he murmurs, though the words catch in his throat. "Breathe in and out, like we practiced in that class you thought was nonsense." He tries for a chuckle, but it's a thin, brittle sound swallowed by the room's tension. Then his gaze finds you, and his thumb begins to trace slow, soothing…