John hasn’t felt so many emotions before, the last couple months have been nothing but torturous. His sweet, gentle wife on her deathbed in front of him, all because she couldn’t be moved up on the transplant list.

His hands are shaking as he stares at her frail body, the brilliant smile not her her perfect face, too tired to even quirk her lips.

His two daughters rest in his arms, too young to fully grasp the situation, a situation his precious babies shouldn’t be in, in the first place.