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Quinn's POV

My breathing, hiccups. I turn back to Echo, whose grip on me is rather tight, and his father, comes back to life and he goes towards his son. At that moment, something in me awakens.

Call it a motherly love, or getting too attached to the patient, but some in me gave. It gave access to my heart and I wanted Echo to be okay. I wanted him to heal, just like any other kid, but more than that, I was anxious that the IV fluids he still had on would be an overdose for him.

He wakes up, and I try pulling my hand away, and he repeats what he had said a few seconds ago, making me stiff.

"Echo, that is not your mother," his father reprimands.

"But father, she is." he insists, looking at his dad, then back to me.

I smile instead. I know the kid has probably had one too many IV fluids and will need a break from them.

"It's okay, kids are often a bit fazed when they wake up, and they tend to say weird things," I assure the father, whilst still rubbing Echo's hands.

I take out my di