<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack, who hadn't spent much time with Palmer yet, squirmed out of the way.  Tony rose.  "Black Lung."  He blew out a breath.  "Ducky was gonna scrub in with Zee.  Doctor Pitt's in with Tim.  It's... bad."<br/>
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Jack edged closer again and reached for Tony's hand.  "It's gonna be okay, Uncle Tony.  I promise."<br/>
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Without thinking about it much, Tony swung the kid into his arms and propped him on his hip.  "I hope you're right, monster."</span></span>