Candy ✔ (In Editing)

-Chapter Seventy-Two (Justin's POV)

Upon my arrival at the hospital I went to Candy's hospital room and I don't know why but I had not expected her to be in the same state as I had left her.

The video she left me gave me hope. Hope that she would live. She did say she expected to go within a month but three months later she was still here. Although barely alive, but she was here still fighting.

I sat down beside her hospital bed and held her hand.

"I know you'll make it, love. I know you will. I won't let them touch you." I promised and sealed it with a kiss on her hand.

I knew that the video Candy had left was meant to let me move on but I see it as a token of hope. Hope that she'll be around to see our children grow. I don't know why but I'm certain it ain't over, our story cannot end like this. It can't.

"I love you Candy." I murmured as I continued to hold her hand. A yawn left my lips and I leaned back making myself comfortable on the bed and I soon fell asleep on the chair.

It was the most peaceful sleep I had had in months but I was soon pulled out of it by someone screaming in the passageway. A very familiar voice.

My eyes shot open and I rubbed them awake. I looked at Candy and she was still in the same state. I sighed but quickly shot up when I heard screaming, this time I could here it clearly as cries for help.

"Help! Doctor! Nurse! Someone help!" The voice screamed in what sounded like agonizing pain and cries for help.

I let go of Candy's hand and rushed to the hallway. There streams of nurses with a doctor ran past me. I scrunched my nose and narrowed my eyes to the screaming lady.

Cara.

She was standing just outside my son's hospital room. My mind didn't have time to catch up before I ran too. When I arrived at the door I could hear the loud beeping of machines like a sad song. It sang goodbye, it wasn't one that resembled healing. I couldn't believe my ears. No, not my son.

Cara stood next to me, crying as she too looked inside as the doctor and nurses surrounded my son. We couldn't see anything but the doctor was calm for a moment before he seemed agitated.

"Again." The doctor said to the nurse. The nurse did whatever she was told but the doctor didn't look satisfied.

"Again." Andhe continued to say that for five minutes straight before the nurse finally shook her head. And the doctor's shoulders slumped down.

I stepped back from door and put a hand on my heart. It seemed to have stopped and a pain was building there.

I didn't hear the doctor step out of the room and stand before me until Cara called out my name.

"Justin." I looked up and the doctor looked at me with what seemed like pity. I didn't need his pity. I needed my son to be okay.

"Mr Hudson, Santiago is not doing well. He doesn't have long, two days at the most. I'm sorry." The doctor said and with that he left.

I was quiet for a while until Cara started sobbing. She took her things and ran off. I couldn't even stop her, I just stood outside the door looking at the small body of my first born who is said to leave me.

I entered the room and approached him. He looked so peaceful and so small, smaller than his other siblings but not by much. He was so beautiful. One out of the five most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. The other beautiful things he had seen was Santiago's mother and his younger siblings.

It pained me to see him like this, the only consolation I have was that he seemed peaceful, like he felt no pain. That still didn't stop me from wishing that the roles were reversed though. I wished to be the one on that bed and not him.