Grieving parents were sitting on the side of the bed while holding their sick child's hand. The child was hooked up to a full number of machines and devices to keep him alive, just for a few moments longer. The parents were so focused on their sick child that they didn't notice Zell and Obsi enter the room at first.
"I am sorry about your child." Zell said. "Nothing is harder than losing one so young."
The parents looked up at Zell, his words had drawn their attention. Their eyes were swollen and red with the amount of tears they had been shedding. The doctors had just recently told them that there was nothing more they could do and that their son would likely die any moment and for them to say their goodbyes.
"Do you mind?!" The mother shouted. "We are trying to have a moment with our son!"
"I understand." Zell said. "But I am not one you want to turn away. I can save your son."
