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One EMT knelt immediately. “Temp’s low,” he said as he gently lifted the baby from Noah’s arms. “Let’s move.”
Noah’s arms fell empty.
They wrapped the baby properly and rushed him into the ambulance, already working before the doors slammed shut.
The officer turned to us.
“What happened?”
Noah explained, quietly and clearly.
The officer’s eyes swept over him—pink hair, piercings, black clothes, no jacket in the freezing air. I saw the judgment flicker.
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