Kira'S POV.The first time I saw a patient’s death before it happened, I thought I was losing my mind. Now, it’s just another day in the clinic.The smell of antiseptic clung to my hands no matter how many times I washed them. It was barely dawn, yet the Night Crescent clinic was already alive with noise—coughs, cries, whispered prayers. This was my battlefield. Not swords or claws. Just medicine, bandages, and lives hanging by a thread.Blood didn’t scare me. The visions did.Every time I closed my eyes, the future bled through. No matter how fiercely I resisted, fate never listened.“Dr. Hale,” a nurse called, pointing to a patient on my left. I gave a single nod before moving toward him.The boy was no older than ten, his skin hot and burning with fever. I adjusted the stethoscope around my neck, then rested a hand on his forehead.The vision hit before I could brace myself.His chest froze beneath my hands. I heard his mother’s scream slicing through the ward. And I stood there, h
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