Alisha’s POV“No, no, no…” I screamed.Strong arms caught me from behind. I turned it was Val.“Let me go!” I fought him, clawed at his chest. “My baby…”“It’s not them.” His voice cut through my panic. “Alisha, it’s not your twins.”The words didn’t make sense. I heard the alarm, felt the terror clawing up my throat.“Show me,” I gasped. “I need to see them.”Val carried me to the NICU window.Through the glass, I saw my twins. Alexander is sleeping, his tiny chest rising and falling. Ella’s fingers curled into fists.Both alive and safe. I collapsed against Val and sobbed.The code blue ended. Machines went quiet. I didn’t ask if the other baby made it. Couldn’t handle knowing either way.“You tore your incision,” Val said gently. “We need to…”“I don’t care.”“You will when infection sets in.” He carried me back. “Let them fix it.”A nurse examined the damage. Minor tearing. Nothing serious. She gave me something for the pain.“I’ll be outside,” Val said. “Sleep.”“What if…”“Won’t
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