"Why… why does he look like that?"
"Ma? What… what's wrong?"
"M… No… No, it's nothing."
Charlotte's quiet stutters echoed through the maternity room; her eyes staring at the pale baby that the doctor was currently holding. And seeing the look of bewilderment on the doctor's eyes, he too, was not quite sure what was happening.
Charlotte's breaths were heavy; perhaps the heaviest they have ever been. Even through the almost thousands of battles she had been in. In fact, even when she gave birth to Alice, she had not felt this kind of anxiety before.
How could her breaths not be this dismayed, when the baby that the doctor has currently holding did not have any color in him. But most importantly…
"Why… why isn't he crying, doc?" Charlotte could not help but whisper.
"What!? What's wrong!?"
