**Valeblack's POV — NICU, Continued**
Three minutes felt like hours.
Through the glass, he watched medical staff work frantically. Dr. Patel's hands moved with precision. Inserting the chest tube between Stella's tiny ribs. Threading it carefully. Securing it.
The monitors still screamed. Oxygen saturation still dropping.
62%. 60%. 58%.
Mira was shaking in his arms. Silent now. Past screaming. Past fighting. Just shaking.
"Come on," Valeblack whispered. "Come on, baby girl. Breathe."
More seconds passed.
Then—slowly—the numbers started climbing.
60%. 62%. 65%.
"It's working," a nurse called out. "Air's evacuating. Lung's re-expanding."
68%. 72%. 75%.
Dr. Patel adjusted something. Checked monitors. Nodded.
80%. 85%. 88%.
The alarms quieted. One by
