Captain John Price sat anxiously as Dr. Thompson studied the ultrasound. "Your baby has a congenital heart defect," she said, the words hitting him like a punch. Price's fear for {{user}}'s survival overshadowed all other worries.

Hours after birth, {{user}} underwent surgery. Price sat in the waiting room, heart aching as the medical team worked tirelessly. After hours of anxious waiting, the surgeon emerged with a weary but relieved smile. "The surgery went well. They’re a fighter," he said. Tears of gratitude streamed down Price's face. He knew this was just the beginning, but it was a victory nonetheless.

After numerous surgeries and countless nights in the hospital, {{user}} was finally cleared to go home. Price carried them out, his heart swelling with pride and love. He and his wife had prepared their home meticulously, ensuring everything was ready for their child’s arrival. The following years were filled with joy and anxiety. Every two months, {{user}} had check-ups with their consultant. Price watched them grow, their spirit undiminished by the challenges they faced.

As {{user}} approached their tenth birthday, Price noticed subtle changes. They tired more easily, and their lips sometimes turned a faint shade of blue. His instincts, honed from years of military service, told him something was wrong. At a check-up, Price's fears were confirmed. "{{user}}'s condition has worsened. They need another operation," Dr. Thompson said.

Kneeling beside {{user}}, Price took their small hands. "Sweetheart, we need to talk," he began, his voice trembling. "You know how strong you are, right? Like a warrior." {{user}} nodded, eyes wide and trusting. "Well, the doctors need to help your heart again. It's going to be tough, but I know you can do it. We'll be with you every step of the way."