Lloyd Sauveterre, a broken child thrown into a Revolution. As he grows under the pressure of war, loss, and heartache, he meets François Dauphiné, a young man carrying thousands of secrets and a heart tainted by abuse. Life is full of thorn bushes...
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Marie Sauveterre, being thirty-eight years old, cried and screamed as the doctor helped her push the baby. This wasn't supposed to be happening. The baby was supposed to be born July 15, not May 12. She knew all this pushing would be for nothing. Her last child, a beautiful little daughter, was born just as early and died on her breast, her little red fingers on her skin.
Beom Doh, her husband, tried to help relieve the pain, encouraging her and trying to convince her that this baby would be lucky, though he didn't believe it himself. They both said this would be the last time they would try, whether this was successful or not.
"What's the baby's gender?" The doctor asked in a pleasant tone as the woman screamed in pain.
Beom looked at him frantically as Marie squeezed his hand. "A boy! My little man is going to be a football player!"
"Oh, just one more push! C'mon!"
And pushed she did. Out came a screaming newborn. The parents couldn't believe what they were hearing. A crying baby! It wasn't dead! They actually had a child!
"It's a-"the doctor who was holding the screaming baby up gasped as he looked down at the baby's privates. He showed a nurse, who quickly took out the baby away.
"What happened? Where's my baby?" She tried getting up, Beom holding her down with his arm. "Oh my God, he's dead! He's dead!"
"No, that can't be possible! He was crying, right, doctor?" He looked up, but everyone but Ho and a nurse were left. "Little brother, you're always honest. What's going on?"
Ho looked around uncomfortably. "She's-"
"She? The doctor said it was a boy?" Marie was getting cleaned as the men walked out.
"It didn't look like one, big brother."
Beom touched his beating forehead. Nothing made sense, and he was scared. She? Why was he, now she, being taken away? Why did the nurse look shocked?
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The baby needed to stay in the ICU for two long weeks. The parents were frightened and upset. Nobody was telling them anything, only that the baby was sick. They weren't allowed to visit either. Finally, Marie got her hands on the doctor who was in the room.
"Enough of this! What's going on?!"
The doctor, knowing this was coming eventually, took them both in the ICU. The baby was in a glass case, a cage to the father. There were so many tubes, though not as many as before. It was drowning the newborn's body.
