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They Decide To Move Forward And Be Prepared To Treat Poppy In Advance Care After Her Procedure. Dr. Float Will Be The One To Remove The Infection From Poppy's Body. Branch Will Also Be In The Room To Help, Dr. Float Believes That It Will Help Poppy To Gain Her Conscience Again, That He Will Be Her Mental Support
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The procedure room was cold and quiet, its sterile lights reflecting off the metal instruments laid out neatly on the trays. The steady hum of the monitors filled the silence, punctuated by the soft whir of machines preparing for operation. Poppy lay restrained on the table, her breathing shallow but steady, a faint trace of the infection still glowing beneath her skin.
Branch stood beside Clay and the others—Spruce, Floyd, and John Dory—his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. His eyes kept darting to Poppy, his throat tight.
"Why am I here?" he finally asked, his voice low, uncertain.
John looked at him gently. "We decided to move forward with Poppy's procedure."
Clay stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Branch's shoulder. "And Dr. Float thinks it's best if you're here. You being close—it might help her regain consciousness. If she hears your voice, feels your presence... it could guide her back."
Branch's chest tightened, the weight of the moment pressing on him. "So... I'm supposed to just talk to her? Stay close?"
"Exactly," Clay said softly. "You don't have to do anything heroic. Just... be here for her. You're her anchor, Branch. The first one she'll want to see when she wakes up."
Branch nodded slowly, exhaling shakily. "Ok..."
Clay gave him a small, steady smile. "It'll be fine. You're just here for mental support, that's all."
Branch glanced down at Poppy, her hand limp against the sheets. "Yeah," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Just... mental support."
Dr. Float entered, his form drifting like mist as he adjusted his eyepatch and glanced at the monitors. "Positions, everyone," he said firmly. "Once I begin the extraction, there's no turning back. Mr. Branch, remain close to her. Speak when you feel her stir."
Branch swallowed hard and stepped closer, pulling up a chair beside the table. As the others moved into place, he took Poppy's hand carefully in his own—her skin cold, trembling faintly beneath his touch.
He leaned in, whispering quietly, "I'm right here, Poppy. I'm not going anywhere."
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