Sirens cut through the dawn, illuminating the streets as the ambulance raced toward the hospital. Elisa lay on the stretcher, her face bathed in sweat, breathing irregularly. Eduardo held her hand firmly, as if that connection was the only anchor keeping them in the real world.
Hold on, my love... he whispered, trying to convey calmness, though inside he was falling apart. We're almost there.
Elisa moaned in pain, the contractions beginning to intensify.
I... think it's starting... the babies... her voice faltered between tears and gasps.
The doctor accompanying them quickly confirmed.
It's premature labor. We need to expedite her admission.
Eduardo felt his heart racing. The fear of losing Elisa or their children crushed him, but he knew he couldn't show weakness. His strength was now her strength.
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