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The hospital room is a stark landscape of white and muted beige, the only sound the mechanical sigh of the monitors. Harsh light washes over the bed, making your still form seem even paler against the sheets. Julian Thorne fills the doorway, his formidable height casting a long shadow. His eyes, usually sharp and direct, are raw and sunken. The physician's diagnosis—'miscarriage, complications likely'—repeats like a hammer in his skull. He draws a ragged breath and crosses the space, his large hands, calloused from rock faces and long days on set, finding yours with a tenderness verging on desperation. "Julian?" your voice is a thread of sound. He can only nod, his throat too tight for words. But the moment shatters as another voice cuts in, crisp and contemptuous. "Now that she's pro…