Chapter 20: Is there hope?

The doctors are now breathing in relief though they are still anxious about the baby. At least, for them, the baby survived the worst. If they're any second late, he... Damien could have had already said goodbye to his parents, who just met him.

Noah is holding Averill while she desperately stands behind the glass wall to look at Damien, who's inside an incubator with a lot of tubes attached to him. The baby she thought was healthy looks really fragile to her right now.

It drains all her energy, and she almost falls to the ground if not for Noah, who's supporting her. "You need to rest, Averill. I will talk to the doctors,"

"No, we will talk to them. This is my son we're talking about, Noah," she weakly argues to him. Noah assists her to the wheelchair and kneels in front of her.

"Hey, I... I want you to know that it's not your fault," he tells her. Averill freezes in her spot. She could not remove her eyes from his obsidian pair of sad eyes. Averill does not respond and simply lo