“Look at her heart rate. She’s so strong. Her pulse ox looks good too. God, look how strong she is. She’s a fighter, Karlsson.” “A fighter,” I echo, my eyes darting to take in all the machinery. I’m no doctor, but I can hear the slow, steady beat of the heart monitor. “That’s one tough little girl.” His arm tightens across my chest. “But she needs her uncle now. So, you are gonna sit in that chair and hold her hand. Do you hear me?” “I don’t know what to say to her,” I whisper, leaning against the support of his body. “If she doesn’t know . . . If they haven’t told her . . .” Teddy’s hold on
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