For Better Or For Worse (Sashay)

Chapter Twenty

S H A Y

Picture a sight: your wife, leaning against the window of the ICU room, her tears falling as she forced herself to smile because your premature son shifted in his sleep, his chest barely rising and falling and you see that the only thing keeping him breathing is a pumping machine because his lungs aren't fully developed. His heart hardly managing to beat and pulsate.

And you know, you both know, he's not going to last in this place because soon enough, doctors will start asking on how long do you need to see him. And that they should shut down the pump because it'll overwhelm his system soon. That they'll grip your shoulder and say sympathetic words of wisdom.

And it darkly crossed my mind that Aldric doesn't even get to go to the morgue. They'll just put him in a tiny box, kind