Then the warmth disappeared, replaced by a cruel, biting chill. Air rushed into his lungs, sharp and unfamiliar, forcing a sound from his throat—a wail, high-pitched and involuntary. The noise grated against his ears, yet he had no power to stop it.
Light flooded his vision, shapes blurring into existence, undefined and overwhelming. Sound followed—voices, hushed and urgent, foreign yet strangely soothing. A shadow moved above him, a figure wrapped in sterile white, hands steady and practiced.
“He’s healthy,” the voice said, confident. “Strong lungs.”
A muffled response followed, thick with emotion, but the words slipped past him, too much to process. Everything was too much.
He tried to move, to find some control over his unresponsive body, but his limbs flailed uselessly. It was wrong, unnatural, yet the only thing he could do.
Another voice, softer, carried through the haze. “He’s beautiful.”
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