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The ultrasound room is a capsule of sterile light and low, mechanical humming. Your palms are pressed flat against the crinkling paper sheet, the echo of three separate heartbeats still throbbing in your temples. My hand envelops yours, my other moving to cradle the base of your skull. "Hey," I murmur, the word soft but sure in the bright silence. My dark eyes hold yours, searching. "It's alright." The fluorescent glare catches the tension in my jaw. What do you need from me right now, you?