Aerith's POV
I felt jitters run through my spine as I tightened my grip on the frothy pink blanket. My mind spun around fast as I thought about what to do. What could I tell him?
If I wasted too much, the child would die. I was also scared of my death. How would I do this? I thought. He must have noticed the change in my countenance because the next question he asked confirmed it.
After all, I wasn't doing anything to hide it. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the child whose light was getting brighter. A sign that I was running out of time and I had to choose my option. Now.
"What is the problem?" He asked.
I swallowed as heavy tears sprang up in my eyes ready to pour. He sat up and touched me.
"What's happening?" I heard the concern in his voice.
Tears fell from my eyes as I watc
