The stillborn baby was placed in his older brothers arms, seconds later, a cry echoes loudly!

Michael feared the moment would haunt Ethan, but Olivia nodded through tears. “He deserves this moment.”

The nurse placed the baby in Ethan’s arms. The boy held him gently, whispering, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, just like I promised.”

Then—a faint sound. A whimper. Another. And then, against all odds, a loud, strong cry filled the room.

Gasps echoed. Olivia bolted upright. Michael nearly collapsed. The baby was alive.

Dr. Miller rushed in, stethoscope pressed to the tiny chest. Nurses moved swiftly. “Heartbeat strong. Breathing stable,” she confirmed, voice trembling. “This child is alive.”

Tears streamed down Olivia’s face. Michael gripped the bedrail, stunned. Ethan stood tall, his promise fulfilled.

Word spread through the hospital. Relief mingled with caution. The baby had survived, but he was fragile—his body weak, his future uncertain.

Days blurred into a rhythm of hope and fear. Olivia remained in recovery. Michael split his time between her and the NICU. Ethan refused to leave his brother’s side. He pressed his palms to the incubator glass, whispering stories of dinosaurs and superheroes.

Nurses noticed something extraordinary. When Ethan was near, the baby’s breathing steadied. His heart rate strengthened. The bond was undeniable—his brother’s presence anchored him to life.

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