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... fragile form. She couldn’t have been older than sixteen—her knuckles bone-white as she clawed at the sheets, her face contorted into a mask of agony. Sweat-drenched hair clung to her temples, tears carving glistening trails through the flush of her cheeks. A heart wrenching sob tore from her throat, raw and primal, as the nurses’ voices sounding around her.
"Push, push, push!" The command came again, sharp and fraying, from a nurse whose gloved hands trembled just slightly
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