*Prologue*

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Bedtime Stories

Prologue

The hospital bed seemed to envelop her body. Her small, fragile body. Tears streamed down their faces. They watched her breathing, the only evidence they had that she was alive. Small puffs that lifted her chest just barely. Louis heaved another sob and grabbed onto his husband's hand. Large fingers wrapping around his shoulders. He curled into Harry, gripping his black t-shirt. His body was also shaking. He wanted to call for the doctor again. He wanted to know what was happening to her. But he couldn't move. Couldn't speak. They stood at the end of their daughter's bed and they cried.

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