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She glanced at the clock.
Twenty minutes.
Just twenty more minutes and she could go home.
Then the screaming started.
It echoed down the hallway—sharp, urgent, unmistakable.
A woman in premature labor.Generated image
One of the OB doctors rushed toward her, panic written all over his face.
“Emily, I need you—now. She’s having twins. They’re coming early.”
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