"I found her!" I managed to shout, my voice ragged. Gently I picked up the still form of a tiny baby, possibly no more than six months old. She was thin, cold. I held her close, feeling her baby breathing as she made the first of small noises. "Don't worry little one." I cooed to her, rocking her back and forth as I moved out of the wreckage that had been a home. "You're safe now, hold on, we'll get you food and proper care soon." How well she'd been treated before this point I would probably never know. Both parents had been found earlier in the week dead of an overdose in their car. Only now, had someone thought to ask if they parents had had any kids. To think...if we'd come any later. I held her closer. "Hold on baby girl. We'll get you healthy okay?" She would live. I would make sure of that. No need for another life to be pointlessly lost due to the drug problem holding our city by the neck.
-Inspiration from reading an article where a 5 month old baby died after no food/care because the parents had died of an overdose earlier.
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