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𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫,𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟐:𝟑𝟒 𝐩𝐦
"Mrs. and Mr. L/n, I'm so sorry," the doctor said, his voice filled with empathy as he gently patted your parents' backs, attempting to soften the blow of the devastating news they had just received about their newborn baby, y/n l/n. A beautiful baby with nothing but a hopeful future, but now threatened by an unknown and incurable disease. "Please tell me how to make her better! There has to be something you can do," your mother pleaded, her grip on your father's hand growing tighter as her body felt limp with despair.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do other than wait it out," the doctor replied, his words triggering a surge of frustration and helplessness within your mother. She couldn't fathom the idea of waiting for her baby girl to die without exhausting every possible option. "No, there has to be something. I don't care what it is," she stated firmly, her voice laced with determination. "Look, all we can do is conduct studies, but cases like hers are extremely rare, and the required medication may be expensive, Mrs. L/n."
Your mother glanced at your father, desperately hoping that this was all just a terrible nightmare that they would wake up from. The reality, however, was harsh and unforgiving. Their sweet baby was born with an incurable disease that could cut her life short. Overwhelmed by the weight of the situation, your mother made a firm decision.
"Whatever it takes..."
𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝐬𝐭
"𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏."
You heard your nurse's voice as your eyes fluttered open hesitantly. "Damn it," you mentally cursed, realizing that you were back in the hospital. As you sat up, you noticed the familiar IV in your left arm and let out a sigh. "What happened?" you sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration. The nurse looked at you with sympathetic eyes, and tears immediately welled up in your own. It had been months since you experienced such a severe episode, and you had started to believe you were getting better. But here you were, back in the hospital, once again reminded of the unpredictable nature of your condition. Every time you thought you were making progress, it turned out to be the opposite.
Frustration and tears mingled on your cheeks as you sniffled and looked up at the nurse. She nodded in understanding, her presence offering a glimmer of solace. "I understand," you said softly, trying to regain your composure. "I'll leave you alone, sweetheart. Try to rest up; it's late," the nurse said with a small smile before leaving you alone in the hospital room. You pulled out your phone and saw that it was 2:01 AM. "Great," you mumbled, feeling a mixture of disappointment and resignation. Your mother had passed away not too long ago, consumed by worry over your health. Your father rarely visited, seemingly aware of your eventual outcome and seemingly not caring anymore.
