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seated beside me, also putting on a black dress, as she held my hand and rested my head on her shoulder. She was trying to comfort me but no matter how hard she tried

losed in it, was the person I would never see again. As much as I tried refraining myself from crying, I just couldn't. Which mother woul

etting to the hospital, we met the teacher, who was as unstable as I was at the hospital reception, paci

had called out

heart beating fast and worry was etched on my face. It was a bad

w scared she was, I knew Mia's condition was worse than I had thought. Leaving her and Amelia alone, I rushed in the direction of the emergency ward. Upon getting

ng there in such a critical condition. Tears began to roll down my eyes at the sight of the state she was it. She couldn't breathe on her own.

heart ache and not being able to withstand the pain, I broke down. I collapsed onto the floor as I began to sob.

r said as she faced me but I couldn't utter a word as I didn't know the words to put togethe

had hit her chest on the floor when the car hit her. Hence, she has internal bleeding and the only way she can survive right n

aughter doctor. Please!!!!" I interrupted, as I got on my kneels and began to plead with the doctor, crying profusely. At that moment, all I wante

lity to save your daughter and we will try our possible best

said, I wiped away my

anything?" I hurriedly asked, wanting to make sure the surgery wasn't delayed and my daughter was saved. As soon as I asked those

urgeries and the only person surgeon left is currently on leave. He got married recently and he is on his honeymoon. All we can d

t if she dies before then? Will you take responsibility for that? Can't you just call in the supposed surgeon who is on leav

p. I am not a surgeon, so there's no way I can operate on your daughter. As for Doctor Charles, there is no way

ed that, there was still a chance to save my daughter. I had forgotten that was the hospital C

cused myself from the doctor and brought out my phone to call Charles. As I dialed his line, I prayed

help. In as much as I didn't want to contact him, I n

showed that the message was delivered and read but he didn't respond. I sent a voice message, explaining to him the

artbroken

ars streamed down my eyes, colliding with my cheeks. My heart was hurting. I didn't k

he saves my daughter. I told him I would let him be with

sponded, assuring him that he had my words. I was willing to tolerate his ridicules and torment as long as he save

ponded with a laughing em

. I hope we do not get in touch with each other again. Goodbye". I thought I had seen wrong

Does he know I am talking about his child? His Mia?" I soliloquized as I collapsed on t

I quickly got up from the floor and just as I had thought, something was truly wrong. It was Mia. Her monitor had begun to beep and even with the oxygen mask o

d as I watched them try their possible best to save her. I buried my face in my hands, praying vehemently and crying at the same

pt the reality but when I heard the doctor say: "Time of death, 4: 10 ......", I knew that was