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"It's going to be a tough ride for you, bunking at the hospital just to keep it real. You sure you can handle this?" he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Clara nodded her head. "I'll be fine. I practically lived at the hospital when my dad was sick, and our kiddo was still okay, wasn't he? Let me go fetch the folks outside and fill them in."

lan gently ruffled her hair, his expression softening. "You and the little one have had it rough these past days. Once we wrap up this mess, I'll whisk us away to start our own little adventure, just us."

After strategizing their next moves, Clara stepped out of the ER. As soon as everyone saw her, they crowded around.

Tears brimmed in Clara's eyes, and the pain she felt was unmistakable.

"Clara, how's lan doing?" Edwin asked, with a sense of dread, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

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embrace, sobbing, "If he's a vegetable, what will you and the baby do? Clara, how did things

Chase drew her in close. He rubbed her head gently, whispering, "Crying like this isn't

tears away and said, "Clara, don't worry. Even

gritted his teeth. "Sasha, ever heard of a thing called tact? That's not how you

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him, folks. He might still hear you. In a few days, his brain might stop working altogether, and he won't feel anything