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Chapter 99: The Emergency Transfusion

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Amara's POV

The transfusion took three hours.

I know the exact duration because I watched the clock on the wall of the pediatric bay with the particular attention of someone who needed numbers to hold onto when everything else was too large to hold. Three hours and fourteen minutes from the moment Dr. Kleenex's team began to the moment the monitor settled into the steady rhythm that told me Noah's body had accepted what it needed and was doing the work of returning to itself.

Three hours and fo
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