Seconds felt like hours.
Then a cough.
Water spilled out.
Another cough.
A thin, weak cry filled the room.
Everyone froze.
The baby they had declared dead was alive.
Chaos broke through the hospital. Doctors rushed forward. Nurses shouted orders. Security grabbed Eli by the arms.
But the baby was crying.
Crying.
The sound no one thought they would ever hear again.
“Wait,” the lead doctor said slowly.
They checked the monitors again.
Oxygen levels were rising.
Heartbeat steady.
Weak, but real.
Impossible.
They put Noah back on the bed. Machines restarted. Tubes were replaced. But this time, Noah fought them. His tiny fingers moved.
Eli stood shaking in the corner, his arms wrapped around himself, water dripping from his clothes onto the floor.
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