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"Baby I'm so sorry". I kneeled at her bed. I rested my hands on the bed in a clasp.
I wasn't sure if she'd speak to me after she woke up or for the decision I was going to make. But it was something I had to do.
"Please forgive me...for not believing you. I know now isn't the time...but I'm sorry". I wasn't certain of what else to say. Knowing her, I somehow believed she'd shut me up and ran me out. I didn't believed she wanted me there.
The sight of her made me wanted to hit myself over and over again. I blamed myself for this. Why did I had to wait until something like this happened. Why does things always happened that way?
A tear fell from my eye.
I stood, wiped my face then left.
I went to find Terry. He was kneeling in front of a little boy, around 11 years old, encouraging him. He looked at me then back at the boy. The boy eyes were glowing from tears.
"Your a brave boy Xavier. You reminded me of someone. Even are everything he'd been through he still didn't give up". Why do I get the feeling that he was talking about me.
"He lost his mother too?" The boy looked at a few persons sitting beside him, one beside the other, but on different chairs.
"Ah no, but he'd been through a lot worst".
"What could be worst than losing my mother? She's dying and I can't do anything about it". The boy cried. Poor kid. At that age it was the worst thing for him. It would've been mine too. To him he had no one else even if there were others around him.
"She's not really dying. She's just in coma and I'm sure she's fighting really hard to walk up. How often do you talk to your mother?"
"I.. I just sat there and looked at her. How can I talk to her when she can't even respond?"
"Trust me kid. The more you talk to her there's a greater chance of her waking up. Plus I'm sure she'd love to know that your ok". Terry smiled. The kid nodded smiling.
"Ok I will". Terry stood.
The other persons silently thanked Terry for cheering the kid up.
He walked up to me.
"Have you made your decision?"
I didn't say anything. The words just didn't came out. I knew that I should've made the decision very soon.
"Michael?"
"I believe...I believe she'll survive this...and my babies too. I believe she'll heal. I won't risk the chance of my babies being premature neither the chance of my wife dying. Keep giving her those pain killers, as long as it won't affect my babies... Where are the documents that I should sign?" Who knew? maybe my babies would sense the danger their mommy was in and tried to kick less.

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