Bad Idea (Hariana)

050. (SUPER) NOVA

NARRATOR
(Trigger warning! Talks of birth)

THE couple sat in front of the grim doctor anxiously awaiting the fate of their premature daughter, gripping each other's hands tighter than ever. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. It wasn't fair. Why her?

Tears streamed down their faces at the sight of their beautiful angels face covered by tubes and medical equipment, making the couple feel sick to their stomach. Blair gripped the hospital bed frame, unable to look at the state of her tired child for more than a few minutes.

"Sadly, we have found that she does in fact have a rare lung condition and cannot breathe on her own. that's why she wasn't crying after she was
delivered." The doctor sighed, placing her head into the palm of her hands.

The words simply couldn't process in blair's mind. This couldn't be real. It had to be some sort of mistake. She was perfect, despite the tubes cascading down her soft baby skin. It felt like a horrible nightmare that they couldn't escape.

Moon began to squirm in the doctors arms, her chest rising up and down at a rapid pace as they tried to fill themselves with the oxygen that the little girl so desperately needed to just survive.

"Will she be able to make it?" Harry asked weakly, his voice breaking as he began to choke on his own tears that pricked out of the corner of his green eyes. He stumbled back and collapsed into a chair, also unable to process anything in that moment.

Thoughts crashed through his head, telling him to just take the baby and hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay, when in the back of his mind, Harry knew everything was not going to be okay.

He wanted to hold her and take his own oxygen and lungs and give it to her, so that she wouldn't have to suffer for any longer. Her little chest rose and fell in the doctors arms as she took a few steps towards Harry, almost reading his mind.

The doctor silently shook her head, signaling Moon wouldn't survive.

Harry and Blair exchanged one final glance and both began to break down, their sobs and cries filling the room. Blair made a noise that harry had never heard a human make, much less anything. She wailed loudly and flung her arms, sitting straight up.

"Thats fucking bullshit. It's all my fault." She cried out in anger, blaming herself for the deathly diagnosis of the child.

"Blair, you know that's not true." Harry croaked as the doctor beside him nodded gently. "I'm so sorry, you guys. We did the absolute best that we could to save her." Doctor Endres sighed, placing a comforting hand onto Harry's knee as he let his silent and shocked tears hit the floor.

He stared at his little girl that laid almost lifeless in the doctors arms, squirming and gasping for air. It was pathetic. He wanted to help her so badly, even if he could just take a single ounce of her pain and struggling away.

"How much longer does she have left to live?" harry sniffled, attempting to compose himself. Someone had to be strong for Blair in that moment, because she couldn't be strong for herself.

The doctor inhaled deeply and stared down at the small girl, moving a tube away from her eye and stroking her warm head gently. "We estimate no longer than about twelve hours." The doctor concluded.

Blair wailed louder, grabbing onto Harry's leg. "Can we at least hold her ?" Blair sobbed and pleaded desperately. "Of course you can." Doctor Endres nodded and moved towards Blair's bedside. She gently picked up the baby and placed her into Blair's arms, allowing the new mom to comfort her baby. In an attempt to give the couple some alone time with the child while they had her, she left the room.

Blair stared down at her beautiful yet helpless baby, watching her desperately try to breathe. Her small lungs rose and fell barely, letting an uncomfortable noise instead escape her mouth.

"I'm so sorry for bringing you into this world to early, Moon. I let you down, and I'm so, so sorry." Blair began to cry, clinging onto the delicate skin of her new born daughter.

"Thats not your fault, Blair. If I never stressed you out, you wouldn't have gone into labor this early. I'm sorry." Harry cried, rubbing his girlfriends shoulder as he watched his baby squirm and struggle to breathe in her arms. He concluded that it was all his fault. Nobody but his.

"Thats not your fucking fault, Harry." The frail girl sniffed, bringing her eyes up to look at Harry beside her. She stared back down at the baby, taking in all of her beautiful features. Gorgeous, hazel eyes. smooth and perfectly toned skin. A small button nose and rosy colored cheeks. Her lips were plump yet small, and laid open as she tried to breathe more.

"Why don't we name her Nova?" She interrupted herself. "Nova? Like Supernova?" Harry laughed quietly through his tears, rubbing his eyes quickly with his knuckles. An ode to Blair's album would be thoughtful, if you will.

"Yeah, like Supernova." Blair smiled through her cascading tears. In her arms, Nova began to squirm and struggle more, begging for more air.

"Harry, what the fuck is happening?!" Blair yelled anxiously, sitting up in the hospital bed and cradling her angel. "I think she's going, love." Harry replied quietly, his tears beginning to lessen. In those short 30 or so minutes, Harry had accepted death as his daughters fate. He accepted that that was the outcome for Nova, and that was what was going to happen to his beautiful girl.

"Hold her, please. I can't fucking do this." Blair sobbed, Gently placing the baby into Harry's arms. He cradled his daughter carefully and stared down at her. She was going. She wouldn't last much longer. He needed to be strong for her in her last moments of life. She needed someone to hold her, and tell her it would be alright even if she couldn't understand what was happening.

Her pure innocence made it a pathetic sight to see, as her chest moved up and down, up and down. She had no idea what was happening, or what was about to happen and that was somewhat bittersweet.

A part of harry adored the innocent of children, because no matter how bad things could be, they wouldn't always know the whole story.

"It's okay, Nova. You're safe, now. You're so beautiful, just like your mom." Harry continued to smile through his tears. "I've loved being your father for this long. You have a beautiful soul, I can tell." He began to cry more as the tears returned.

Blair stared at the ceiling and soaked up the words Harry spoke to their child, unable to look at the sight of her dying child and wrecked fiancé.

"I love you. Make it to the moon for me, okay?" Harry asked in a soothing tone, stroking his daughters cheek gently. "You're a fighter, and I know you can do it. "

Her lungs were giving out now, using up any and all strength that they had left inside of them. Blair's cries filled the room as she continued to stare up at the ceiling, not wanting to see her daughter suffer any longer.

With one last uncomfortable noise, Moon was gone. Moon herself, Nova, had made it to the Moon.

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