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“Flatline… We’re losing her! Ruby, come on!” 💔

The final shock surged through her body, but Ruby felt nothing her delicate frame was still, completely silent. Yet in her mind, her imagined green-eyed son remained vividly alive. 👶💚 His tiny hands, his face, every feature mirrored hers perfectly, a miniature reflection of Ruby herself.

For a fleeting moment, the boundary between reality and fantasy dissolved. She could feel the imagined warmth of his tiny body in her arms, see her own deep green eyes reflected in his gaze. Every heartbeat she once felt now existed only in this electric vision. ⚡✨

Then, slowly, the hand of her imagined son slipped away. The flatline’s lifeless tone continued its slow, haunting beep… beep… beep…, echoing in the room. Ruby’s body lay still, red hair fanned across the pillow, her green eyes remaining open forever gazing at the child she would never hold. 💔

The room was silent except for the rhythmic flatline beeps, yet in Ruby’s mind, the electric dream she had built in those shocks lingered, a bittersweet echo of longing and fantasy. 💫

𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼: 𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹02