The nurse reached for the machine.
“No!” Eli shouted.
Before anyone could stop him, Eli ran forward, grabbed the baby, and pulled away the tubes. Alarms screamed. Doctors shouted. Security rushed in. Eli did not think. He ran straight to the sink.
He held Noah the way his mother once held his little sister before she died. He tilted the baby forward and let water run over his mouth. Not fast. Not rough. Just enough.
“In the name of Jesus,” Eli whispered, his voice breaking. “Breathe.Seconds felt like hours.
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