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The high-pitched squeal of the heart monitor filled Harry's ears. Claire was lying still on the hospital bed, her face ashen, her hair damp. The doctors crowded around her, but for one moment – no more than a second, but to Harry's mind it might as well have been an eternity – they were frozen, unsure of what to do next.
“Claire!” he shouted.
One of the nurses spun around to face him, stretching an arm out to bar his path. Harry tried to bulldoze his way through, but the other man was stronger than he looked. “Sir!” he said. “I'm going to have to ask you to give us some space.”
Harry backed away with his mouth hanging open, tears streaming over his face. “No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “You have to do something!”
“That's what we're trying to-”
Claire arched her back as she d
