Because right now—
It’s enough.
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Hannah
“Pressure’s stabilizing.”
I don’t look up.
“Define stabilizing,” I snap.
“Still low—but holding.”
Holding.
Not good.
Not safe.
But not dropping.
I’ll take it.
“For now,” I mutter.
My hands don’t stop moving.
Adjusting.
Checking.
Rechecking.
Because “for now” isn’t good enough.
Not for him.
Not after everything it took to get him here.
“Doctor,” one of the medics says carefully, “you need to sit down.”
I ignore him.
“Doctor—”
“I said I’ve got it.”
My voice cuts clean.
Sharp enough that he steps back.
Good.
Because I’m not leaving this table.
Not until I know—
