A woman lay, panting. Her husband stood a few meters away holding a tiny baby. Nurses were trying to clean up the darkening blood. If they didn't stop it, the woman would die. They tried desperately to stop it but it kept oozing out. Half trying to stop it and the other trying to clean. It wasn't working, and life was slowly ebbing out of the woman. Her husband looked at her. "Z-Zeena?" Zeena didn't move her head or dare to speak, she was only focused on breathing. "Zeena, can you hear me?" Zeena turned her head to the nurses.
"Leave...." She told them and they scurried out like mice. She turned once again to the man. "Our baby is beautiful......isn't.......she?" Every word became farther and farther as she drifted evermore to the afterlife. The woman wasn't Christian but she did believe in life after death. "Let...................me................................hold her," her words grew fainter as afterlife grew closer. The man hurried over to his wife handed her the baby. "Our..........wonderful......Melo-" she coughed. "Bye.........Evan and.........Melo-" she never finished her sentence because her life left her. The man scowled at his daughter as he lifted her in his arms. "You," Evan snarled quietly,"You, are responsible for this."