*Noah*
Pacing back and forth in the healer’s room, I anxiously awaited news about my daughter. Days had passed, and slowly, ever so slowly, Calvin had assured me that she was gaining strength.
It was a long, grueling process, and everyone involved was exhausted. The weight of it all was heavy, and I often found myself on the edge of a breakdown.
I needed to stay strong, be the anchor, though. I needed to keep my chin high for my family and have faith. It was all I could do.
Calvin turned away from the incubator as I craned my neck to try and catch sight of her again. I could see my baby’s chest rising and falling more and more as she took deeper breaths.
When Calvin looked at me, I felt a surge of hope. The expression he wore was a soft, tired smile, but his eyes had a certain positive glimmer to them.
“Status?” I asked.
