Thomas was staring into space with that soulless eyes of his. His nose was red and his eyes were swollen from crying so much earlier. Now, even if he wanted to, he has no tears to shed. His heart was tired. He begged, he begged the doctors on his knees. They're the only ones who can save her but they all have this hopeless expression in their eyes.
Monet's platelets were low and she had seizure attacks thrice. The doctors had been doing their best to stabilize her condition when she suddenly suffer from a respiratory failure. Now, they were giving her parents an ultimatum, to choose whether to save the baby through a C-section or just let it die along with the mother. There wasn't even the option to save her; obviously, they were giving up on her. And the baby, the risk was high if they take him out of her belly. He might not survive.
