Yes.
Yes!
Yes?
She had finally said yes.
The word played like a broken record in her mind, questioning her remaining sanity as her eyes landed on the only reason she was still breathing.
The simple answer lay on the bed before her, fighting for his life to survive. She knew she would do anything for him, even sacrificing her life for his.
"My poor Oliver." She mumbled as her fingers skimmed through his soft, pale cheeks, willing him to wake up.
She tried her best to be the mother that her child needed. She provided the basic of his necessities as best as she could. But regrettably, it was still not enough.
She would willingly trade places with him if possible, not wanting to see her son suffer a minute longer. It was unfair that such a young child should endure such a harrowing fate.
"I am here, baby." She softly spoke as she choked back the tears she prevented from falling. "Mommy is just here." Assuring her son that he was not alone.
