The ambulance cut through rush-hour traffic. Blood had soaked my dress and the sheet beneath me. One paramedic checked my falling blood pressure while another held the fetal monitor against my abdomen. My daughter's heartbeat kept slowing."Call Valenti Medical. We need O-negative blood, obstetrics, anesthesia, and the neonatal intensive care team ready."I pressed a hand over my stomach. "Hold on, sweetheart. Your crib is ready. You haven't even worn your new shoes."One faint movement answered me, followed by silence.Twelve minutes later, we reached Valenti Medical. The emergency entrance stood open, but no team came to meet us. Armed family guards watched from the doors.The paramedic jumped out. "Thirty-week pregnancy, placental abruption, falling fetal heart rate. Where is the trauma team?"No one answered. Nurses hovered behind the reception desk, too frightened to approach.The paramedics found a gurney themselves and rushed me inside, only to be stopped at the surgical wing."
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