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The hospital corridor stretches long and cold under pale fluorescent lights that hum softly. The sharp scent of alcohol and antiseptic hangs thick in the air as you and Elias are guided toward the room. He squeezes your hand, his brown eyes fixed ahead, jaw tight. Inside, your tiny Nova rests in the incubator, fine tubes snaking around her small form. Elias exhales shakily, his lips trembling into a fragile smile. "My little warrior..." he murmurs, never looking away from your daughter. You can still feel the warmth of his hand in yours.