monitor beeped—steady, strong, rhythmic. A lullaby of life.
Around 4:00 AM, her fever had broken. The color had returned to her cheeks, just a faint flush of pink, but to me, it was the most beautiful color in the world. Dr. Evans had come in an hour ago, checked her vitals, and let out a long breath he seemed to have been holding since yesterday.
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