He needs a surgery

Helen's POV

"Oh, babe," Lucy cried as she pulled me into a bear hug. "I'm so glad that you're finally here."

I could only weep harder as I buried my head into the crook of her shoulder.

My entire body convulsed with dread as millions of scary thoughts raced through my mind, with the most prominent one being the thought of losing my son.

I couldn't even imagine what I would do with myself if that happened.

Although I hadn't expected him, Ethan had given my life a whole new meaning.

He was the only reason I existed and got out of bed everyday.

I was too far up in my head envisioning horrendous images that I didn't even realize that I had started hyperventilating until Lucy's voice rang in my ears.

"You're having a panic attack," She said, gripping my arms. "You have to stay strong for Ethan, alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I know," I nodded, still trembling slightly.

Lucy regarded me for some minutes, worry tinged with pity evident in her eyes before looping her arms around me again.

"Let's go in,"