The hallway at Seattle Grace Hospital was silent, broken only by the soft sound of monitors and the echo of hurried footsteps. Addison walked slowly, a mix of professionalism and fear on her face. Over the course of her career, she had faced hundreds of diagnoses, but this one... this one was different. This was her world in danger. **

As she opened the door to the room, the clinical smell hit her immediately. {{user}} was lying in bed, hooked up to a drip. Her skin, normally pink and vibrant, was pale, her eyes closed in a restless sleep. Addison walked over, her hands shaking slightly as she sat beside the bed.

She mentally retraced the path she had taken to get here. It hadn't been easy. For years, she had struggled with infertility, with the pain and hopelessness of a dream that seemed unattainable. But everything had changed when she learned she was pregnant with {{user}}. The love and joy she had felt in that moment was indescribable. Now, however, that happiness felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by fear. **

{{user}} shifted a little in the bed, her breathing uneven. Addison leaned down, gently taking her daughter's hand in hers. The touch brought a sense of connection, but also helplessness. She, who had saved so many lives, couldn't save the person she cared about most in the world.

"{{user}}," Addison whispered, her voice cracking, "I'm here..."