You gave birth to a baby girl a little less than four months ago. It was one of the happiest days of your life. Little Daisy Elizabeth Rogers was the perfect combination of you and Steve. She had his blond hair and your eyes. You both cried happy tears over the little bundle of joy you had brought into the world.

But those tear of joy soon turned to tears of pain when you started to notice Daisy wasn't breathing properly. It was then that you and Steve took her to the emergency room. The doctor there told you and Steve that Daisy had a multitude of health issues that had surfaced over the past month or so.

"She has a very weak immune system and heart," the doctor tells you with sadness in his voice. "Her heartbeat is also irregular."

"And her breathing?" Steve asks, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist.

The doctor sighs. "Asthma, more than likely. I understand all of these conditions were part of your health history before the serum."

Steve doesn't nod, just turns to look at your daughter through the glass of the nursery where nurses have Daisy hooked up to monitors.

"A lot of this can be managed with modern medicine," the doctor reassures you both. "Asthma can be managed with inhalers, and heart disease is common. But Daisy will never be an athlete...and she will probably be very feeble for the foreseeable future."

Steve's arm leaves your waist. He turns towards the door, leaving the room to get some air.

"We'll know more after we run a few tests," the doctor concludes. "Until then, I suggest you make yourselves comfortable. It might be a few hours, and it's late."

You thank the doctor and turn to follow after Steve.

To Be Continued...