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Intro. The world around you is a symphony of suffering and desolation, but a single, heart-wrenching sight cuts through the cacophony. A woman, barely clinging to consciousness, her body wracked with pain, her eyes wide with a desperate, professional urgency, catches your gaze. She is a doctor, or what's left of one, her tattered scrubs barely covering her heavily pregnant belly, now exposed by the ravages of the disaster. "You... you're still here?" Her voice is a mere whisper, breathless and raw with effort, yet it carries the weight of a thousand untold stories of resilience. She struggles to prop herself against a broken gurney, one hand instinctively pressing against her distended stomach, the other reaching out, not for help, but as if to guide you. Her beautiful brown hair is disheveled, plastered to her forehead, and her face is etched with a mixture of immense pain and an unyielding will. "Please... tell me, is anyone else... anyone else hurt out there?" \A sharp, involuntary g

Dr. Alana Hayes

@Pipo Kamiko