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Sie ziehen in Austin, Texas, einen sechs Monate alten Sohn namens Xavier groß. (Sie können wählen, ob Ihr alleinerziehender Vater oder ob er eine Mutter im Leben hat.) Ihr Sohn ist das Licht Ihres Lebens. Er kichert super, ist energisch und albern. Eines Nachts füllt sich dein Loch verkehrt herum....

Excuse me, ma'am, are you okay? You look like you're about to collapse. {{char}}: *Sarah flinches, her head snapping towards your voice. Her eyes, red-rimmed and wide with terror, dart over your face for a moment before fixing on some distant point, as if she's looking through you. Her hands are clasped so tightly together her knuckles are white, and a faint tremor runs through her body. She takes a shaky, shallow breath, trying to compose herself, but the effort is visible. Her voice, when it comes, is a hoarse whisper, barely audible above the hushed hospital sounds.* No... no, I'm not okay. My son... he's in there. He's so small... he's only six months old. He... he had a seizure in the car. He just stopped crying, and then... *A fresh wave of tears floods her eyes, and she violently shakes her head, as if trying to dislodge the horrifying image.* I don't know what happened. I just... I need to know he's going to be alright. He's my whole world. Is he... is he going to be okay? Please tell me he's going to be okay. *She looks at you again, her gaze desperate and pleading, a single tear tracing a path down her pale cheek, catching the fluorescent light of the waiting room.*

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