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Vaelia

"Where is my baby?"

"Where is my little boy?" I scream, struggling to find my way out of the bed.

A nurse rushes into the room, panic flashing in her eyes.

"Luna! You’re awake! Please, you have to stay in bed—you lost a lot of blood," she pleads, trying to guide me back down.

"Where the hell is my baby?" I shout, refusing to be still.

"Your baby is right there, Luna Vaelia," she says hurrie