You couldn’t seem to stifle the strangled cry that rips from your throat. The doctor keeps talking, spouting bullshit nonsense that you couldn’t care less about. “I’m so sorry, we did everything we co-”

The words turn to a haze as your gaze settles on the baby. Your baby.

Your baby, which is completely still. Not moving. Not crying.

Roach, your husband, would know what to do. But of course, he had been severely wounded on his recent mission. All you want right now is to hear his voice.