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If He’s the Only Way
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2025-12-01 16:34:42The morning passed slowly. Charlotte lay pale and weak under her blanket, tiny red spots spreading across her arms. Fatigue weighed heavily on her small body. Alina checked her vitals again and again, a tight knot forming in her chest as the fever climbed. This wasn’t normal. Charlotte had always been fragile, but today felt different.
"Mom... I'm so tired," Charlotte whispered, barely lifting her head.
Alina brushed a damp strand from her face, her chest tightening. Her daughter’s immune system was delicate, and something didn’t feel right. Her instincts, honed from years as a doctor, told her she already knew what was wrong but she didn’t want to believe it. She forced herself to stay calm.
“Drink a little water, sweetheart,” Alina said, offering a cup. Charlotte sipped slowly, too weak to drink much. The medicine hadn’t helped, she wasn’t responding like she normally would.
By afternoon, Charlotte still hadn’t improved. The spots remained, and she lay listless. Alina adjusted her blanket, worry twisting her chest.
The front door opened, and Nathaniel came home from school. He dropped his bag and ran to Charlotte’s room, frowning at her pale, sickly face.
"Mom, what's wrong with Charlotte?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
Alina took a steadying breath. "She’s sick, Nate. I’ve been giving her medicine and keeping her comfortable, but she’s not getting better."
Nathaniel's eyes widened at her pale face and the red spots. "She's really weak... and her fever's still high."
Alina nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes. Go get Nana Agnes and Grandpa Wilfred. We need to take Charlotte to the hospital right now."
Nathaniel didn't hesitate. He ran downstairs. "Nana Agnes! Grandpa! Mom says Charlotte needs to go to the hospital immediately!"
Agnes and Wilfred exchanged concerned glances before springing into action. Agnes grabbed a small bag and started preparing Charlotte's things. Wilfred moved toward the car keys.
Alina knelt beside Charlotte, brushing her hair back. "We're going to the hospital, sweetheart. I'll be right with you," she whispered, squeezing her hand.
Charlotte stirred weakly. "Mom...?"
"You’ll be okay. We’re getting help now," Alina said firmly, hiding her fear.
Nathaniel returned, eyes wide. "Mom, I’ll stay close. We’ll get her better."
Alina managed a small smile. "I know you will, Nate. Let’s get her to the car."
Alina lifted Charlotte into her arms, wrapping her in a blanket. Agnes and Wilfred followed. The quiet living room now felt urgent, alive with movement.
In the car, Alina held Charlotte close. Nathaniel climbed in beside them, eyes fixed on his sister.
"Mom, is she going to be okay?" he asked.
"She will, Nate. That’s why we’re going to the hospital," Alina said, stroking Charlotte’s hair.
Charlotte murmured, "Mom… my head hurts… my arms…"
Alina pressed a hand to her forehead. The fever was rising despite the medicine. This isn’t normal.
"It’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll make you better. Just hold on," she whispered.
Nathaniel looked at her. "Do you think it's serious?"
"I don’t know yet," Alina said softly. "But we need tests right away."
The streets blurred past. Fatigue, weakness, fever, red spots… everything told her this was serious.
Charlotte whimpered, and Alina gently rocked her, whispering reassurances. Agnes rested a hand on her arm, calm but concerned. Nathaniel stood nearby, learning to stay strong.
Wilfred parked, and they rushed inside. Alina carried Charlotte, Agnes close by, Nathaniel at her side. Nurses met them, guiding Charlotte toward a treatment room. Alina’s hands never left her daughter, eyes scanning every change.
Regina stood at the entrance, worry clear. "Alina! How is she?"
"She’s weak, feverish, showing signs of something serious," Alina said, calm but urgent. "We need to act fast."
In the treatment room, Alina laid Charlotte on the hospital bed, brushing damp hair from her forehead. "We’ll get through this, sweetheart," she whispered.
Alina turned to the nurse, Felicia, her voice firm. “Start an IV. She can’t get dehydrated. Draw blood for full panels and monitor her vitals constantly. Let me know immediately if anything changes.”
Minutes passed, the room silent but for the hum of equipment. Felicia returned with the results:
Hemoglobin & Red Blood Cells: critically low, hemoglobin under 7 g/dL
A cold knot formed in Alina’s chest. This wasn’t a simple fever. The spots, the weakness… it was in her blood. Something was very wrong.
Charlotte whimpered weakly. Alina pressed a hand to her forehead, steadying herself. My little girl… Panic threatened, but she pushed it aside. Focus. Act fast.
“Check for urgent complications,” she instructed Felicia. “Start broad-spectrum antibiotics. Keep vitals on continuous watch.”
Her eyes flicked to Charlotte’s chart. Blood type: Sebastian’s genes, not hers. If hemoglobin drops further, we’ll need a compatible transfusion. Every fifteen minutes, vitals checked.
Nathaniel’s small, worried eyes met hers. “Mom… what’s happening?”
Alina forced a calm smile. “Agnes, can you take Nathaniel to the waiting room? He needs to stay safe while we focus.”
She knelt, holding his hands. “Don’t worry, Nate. Charlotte’s very sick, but we’re all here. Aunt Regina and I will help her. You stay brave, alright?”
Charlotte murmured, “Mom… my arms… legs…”
Alina brushed her hair back. “The IV and medicine will help. Rest now, okay?”
Nathaniel leaned closer, brushing her hair. “Don’t be scared, Char. Mom’s here. I’ll be right outside.” He squeezed her hand once, then followed Agnes quietly to the waiting room.
Regina stayed close, tense but calm. “I’ll track results. You’re not alone.”
Alina nodded, heart tightening. Every second mattered. Focus. Tools, team, time… act fast. She wouldn’t lose her. Not now.
The team moved efficiently: IV fluids running, antibiotics administered, Charlotte’s vitals carefully monitored. Alina stayed by her side, noting every subtle change, planning each next step.
Charlotte’s small hand gripped hers. “Mom… I’m scared.”
Alina kissed her forehead. “I know, my love. I’m here. We’ll find out what’s wrong and help you. I won’t leave you.”
Her eyes flicked again to the chart. If her hemoglobin fell further… a compatible transfusion would be required. She pushed the thought aside. Focus. Every second counted.
We’ll get through this. No matter what. I’ll keep her safe… even if I need Sebastian.
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