The piercing cries echoed through the sterile hospital room, cutting through the tense silence like a knife. Elena's body trembled, her face contorted in agony as the contractions ripped through her.

"You're doing great, Elena," Ethan, her assistant, murmured, his voice laced with concern. "Just breathe through the pain."

Elena's grip tightened on the bed rails, her knuckles turning white. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her hair clung to her damp skin. "It's too early," she gasped, panic rising in her chest. "The babies...they're not due for another two months."

The door burst open, and a team of nurses rushed in, their movements swift and efficient. "We need to...