Chapter 7: A Fragile Life
Chapter 7: A Fragile Life
The hours outside the operating room were the darkest of Marcus's life. He paced the floor, his hands covered in his face, praying for a miracle. Arthur stood by him, offering silent support, though his own face was etched with worry.
Finally, the doors swung open. Dr. Evans walked out, looking exhausted but holding a slight smile.
"The surgery was successful," she announced.
Marcus let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding for hours. "And the baby? Khloe?"
"Khloe is stable and resting in recovery. She lost a lot of blood, but she is going to make a full recovery," Dr. Evans said. "Your son, however, was born at just 31 weeks. He weighs barely three pounds. His lungs are weak, and he has been placed in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). The next 48 hours are critical."
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Marcus rushed to the NICU. Through the glass incubator, he saw his son—a tiny, fragile boy covered in tubes and wires, fighting for every breath. Tears streamed down Marcus's face. He pressed his hand against the glass.
"Fight, little one," Marcus whispered. "Your mom and I are waiting for you."
