We were in the doctor's office after Harold informed me that he and Charles weren't compatible. Harold told me that the doctor wants to talk to us before he discharges Charles.
I am too nervous that the doctor might tell us that Charles didn't have any chance to recover.
Harold grabbed my hand and gently kissed it. I stared at our hands and I placed Harold's hand on my cheek.
“I know that Charles will be alright. Don't worry.”
“I wish too. I don't want us to lose our child, Harold.”
“We wouldn't lose him. I know that ”
We both glanced when we heard a fake cough. The doctor sat on the chair and smiled at us.
“I'm sorry to tell you both that you aren't compatible with Charles. But—” My heart was thumping so fast when he stopped what he was about to tell us. The doctor's face was too
