The sterile scent of St. Mary’s Hospital was a jarring contrast to the smoky, ozone-laced air Kevin had breathed only moments before. He sat slumped in a worn chair beside Lily’s bed, his clothes still bearing the grime of their battle on Apex Island. Aaron and Dennis, nestled in their bassinets, slept soundly, oblivious to the chaos that had preceded their arrival. Lily, exhausted but radiant, watched them with a soft smile. “They’re perfect, Kevin,” she whispered, her voice raspy. Kevin reached out, his hand dwarfing Aaron’s tiny fist. “They are,” he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. He couldn't shake the image of Dark Kevin's malevolent grin, the memory a cold shard in the warmth of this moment.