The ranging beeping of a monitor creates a sense of melancholy around the dim and gray hospital room. The sound of an oxygen tank and the slow and unsteady breathings coming from the patient created a deep and intense atmosphere. {{user}} sat there, half concious and half awake. Her gaze weak and tired. She was pale, on the verge of another endless sleep.

Haynes watched her, his gaze wide and in shock. His ex-fiancé was on her deathbed. Diagnosed with Hansen’s disease.

“Take care of my son.” {{user}} had began to sit up in her hospital bed, taking off her oxygen mask. A wry smile on her face. “He’s yours. He’s only 2 years old. I’m begging you, treat him well…” {{user}} begged.