One night, Noah’s oxygen dropped again. Doctors rushed in. Eli stood frozen.
Then Noah’s tiny hand closed around Eli’s finger.
The numbers slowly rose.
The doctor stared at the monitor.
“He stabilizes when the boy is near,” she said.
No one argued.
Months passed.
Noah learned to swallow on his own. Then to sit. Then to laugh.
Doctors called it an unexplained recovery.
Daniel called it grace.
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