“My babies,” I rasped, my voice raw from the breathing tube. “Where are my babies?”
The nurse hesitated. Not for long, but long enough for terror to spike in my chest. “They’re in the NICU,” she said softly. “They’re alive. Fighting. Very small, but stable for now.”
Relief flooded me so violently it made the room spin. Tears slid hot down my temples and soaked into the pillow. “Can I see them?”
The nurse looked away, busying herself with the IV drip. “There are… some things we need to go over first.”
A man I had never seen stepped into the room. He wasn’t a doctor. He held a tablet instead of flowers and wore a hospital badge that identified him as Administration.
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