I was in utter distress, my eyes felt sore and tired, my ears hurt bringing a headache as Garroth continued to scream. Garroth keeps wailing as Garte gently rests him on the floor that was covered with a navy blue blanket that had childish chubby stars drawn on, Garte

crouched down beside him. My first thought was to reach for a bottle that was half way filled with water. Passing it to Garte in a quick rush, he nods silently thanking me without making a lot of sound before he focuses on Garroth again.

When Garroth doesn't pick it up or grab it himself, Garte helped him out. It stays silent for quick seconds before Garroth rejects the bottle, spewing it slightly out of his mouth and braking back into his screaming and crying.

Garte lets out a sigh that was hushed out by Garroth's cries, he rested the bottle before reaching his hands out to lift him up so his head rested on his shoulder. He then turned around, his eyes meeting mine. He could see tears breaking through me.

"Call your mom and Tobin." He takes a long gap of breath fully turning to me. "We may need it."

I nod slowly, a tear flowed down on my right cheek.

I knew I was over taking it, and no matter how many times I urged myself to calm down-I just couldn't. It was impossible, especially for being a first time mother.

I ring the cell phone calling Tobin and my mother, Garte pecked a warm kiss on Garroth's forehead stroking his hair, and after multiple tears rolled down his small round rose red cheeks, Garte wipes them away.

Not even seconds in as I hear the sound of the phone ringing, Tobin picks it up.

''Zianna! What's up? How is Garte, little Garroth?" He answered in a happy greeting, it was easy to know he was smiling even though I couldn't see him. It took me a moment to respond, I gathered all what I needed to say.

''Tobin, things aren't going great. Garoth has been crying for a week; it isn't usual. I told you about this, well, were going to the Hospital to check up. I'm sorry if these seems like an overreaction, it's ju-''

''Zianna, it's alright. I mean, you mentioned he was barfing to, right? I'll come along straight away.'' His tone turned serious like Garte's switching quickly with his voice. I took a deep breath.

''Thank you for that, see you in a few minutes. Head to the main hospital, that we live close by.'' I whisper, directing, Tobin chuckles, before quickly sighing as greets his short goodbye. I could already hear him rushing out with his keys.

I feel the phone hung up, stressed out of my mind. I reach for my mother's contact, pressing on it as fast as possible, still having the ability to hear Garroth's crying.

It felt like forever, but my mom picked up after ten anxious seconds.

''Zianna? How are you today?" My mother spoke up, her familiar old and soft voice speaking through the phone.

''Mom, there is no time to explain how my day was, really. I- um, do you know how I mentioned how weird Garroth was acting through the week?" My mom stood silent for a moment, before speaking up again. She could probably hear Garroth's cracking cries.

''Yes, he has been crying and throwing up all week, correct?"

''Yeah, well I just want to say we're going to the Hospital right now. Could you please come along? Tobin will be there and Garte and if I and Garroth don't count that is all.'' I explain a summary undershort moments, each second that has passed made my heart feel sicker and sicker, the fact of knowing I can't help my poor boy.

''Of course, what Hospital?" My mother questions, it takes me a moment but I reply, I tell her all the details and tell my quick goodbyes before hanging up.

I rush closer to Garte, my hand was clung onto the phone. As if I was about to almost snap it. He smiles, holding onto Garroth and trying to calm him down. I take a deep breath, trying not to panic seeing my poor baby boy in pain.

''T-Tobin is on his way,'' I stutter, trying not to mess up on my words as badly, ''and I told my mom we'd meet her at-''

I don't get to finish my weak and full of stutter sentence as Garroth throws up once again, mucking his shirt with a bad smell, the slimy and sticky puke got all over his shirt and pants. Glad Fully, at least not leaving Garte messy.

I instantly bent down, reaching for a wash cloth that was left there. We kept a washcloth beside Garroth, realizing that he would puke out of nowhere. I rub it gently, trying to wipe it off his face so he won't feel smelly or gross. Garte just started to take them off, having no time to change him, and knowing it would be a struggle. He wrapped him up like a small cocoon in a toast warm blanket, picking his dainty son up in a fragile move.

''We should go now. He'll only get worse if we don't go to the hospital.'' Garte stated, he handed me Garroth delicately, but once Garroth was safely in my arms he sprinted to grab the keys.

We shuffle out the door, jogging almost. Garte turns around, seeing Garroth little arms reaching out for him, huge hopeful eyes locked at his father. Garte could probably see each and single detail in his iris. Scratches of sapphire and azure with small details of denim. Garte quickly pauses, pecking a small kiss on Garroth's forehead.

''Mommy is going to hold you for a moment, Buddy, okay?" He declared softly. As he unlocks the door, twisting the handle and letting me and Garroth pass.

We step out the house, the sunlight shines beautifully. Garte unlocks the car with a red button on the keychain, opening the backdoor to put Garroth in. He carefully takes Garroth out of my arms. Buckling him down once he rested him, it was a small fight as Garroth puffed up his chest trying to struggle out as he whined. Garte paused for a moment once everything was done, he shook his head and turns to me.

''You wanna ride in the back with him?" He suggests, questioning for my opinion.

I nod and get in on the other side. Me and Garte place seatbelts on ourselves, it took a moment for Garte to turn on the motter of the grey car.

Garte started to drive as fast as the speed limits let him, it would be miserable if a cop paused us at such emergency. Garroth was screaming in the back as I was mentally panicking.

Soon enough, after the silence of nothing but Garroth's particular high pitched screams. I felt the car stop, we parked and we were in front of the hospital. Garte already got out before I could realize we stopped.

Garte unlocked the door to where Garroth was, just as I exited. Unbuckling and quickly picking him up. He slammed the door as I rushed over to him, tears draining off my eyes as if I was a human sink. I tried to wipe away the tears with my hand, but I could feel another river of salty tears collapsing out, Garte seemed like he himself was about to cry.

Garte sighs as we pass through the emergency doors, they were glass doors but the decor didn't matter at this point for me to look at. Doctors and Nurses noticed our appearance just as we entered, and I felt my stomach twist into hard knots.

A young brunette nurse walks over to us. He surely has a clueless expression, but leads us to a different word silently, not even mentioning a word.

I already felt the regret and ignorant fear. I could smell the horrible medicine, the needles, the alcohol, and I hated it. The white ceilings and the white tiles floors made shivers run down my spine.

It was possibly because I was stuck here giving birth, it was an unforgettable experience. Especially fear of having to give birth a week and half late.

''He's really sick, isn't he?" The nurse asks, snapping me back to reality.

I glance at Garte, who glances back and makes a firm nod. He gently lays Garroth down on the firm raven black bed, it was coated up by one layer of thin paper, it had a small childish fence so Garroth won't fall off, the bed was pushed to the wall so there was only one white metal fence. Garte strokes his hair, signalling everything will be alright.

''I'm gonna need one of you to fill this out,'' The nurse tells me and Garte, pulling out a clipboard that had paper clipped in it.

I look at Garte, taking the clipboard as I began to write, he slips in an insurance card in case I needed it, the Nurse walks up to Garte, beginning to ask questions.

''So, what's been going on?" I heard the nurse ask. I ignore the words they are saying, trying to focus on the papers, the printed fonts of the papers couldn't help but seem to scare me.

"He hasn't been able to keep anything down-" he begins.

"Not even water?" The nurse cuts Garte off, they were already passed several questions, but the nurse almost squeaked it out in fear.

Garte shook his head. "He's been crying like this for...Maybe three or four days? He has small bumps on his arm-''

''He does?!" I fight to not scream it out, ignoring the papers. My head instantly turned dumbfounded and extremely hot, sweat crawling out the back of my neck.

He turns to me, his eyes filled with fear. "I just noticed it today.''

At this point, I almost dropped the clipboard, the nurse turns pale. The nurse looks at Garte, trying to show a poker face.

"We're gonna need a lot of tests done.'' He muttered, nervously scratching his temple.

Garte turned to me again, taking a deep breath. I returned a scared look, feeling my throat go dry and my weaks go weak with the repeating knots in my stomach.

~-~-~

Garte was talking to Tobin. Tobin was just reassuring everything will be fine, even if he himself didn't know it. I was playing with my engagement ring silently, thinking the possibilities. My mom said beside me, she too was nervous, she was nervous for our grandson, my son.

I heard footsteps trailing down the tile ivory white floor, looking up I saw a doctor handing in Garroth to Garte.

"All right, buddy." The doctor says in a friendly tone, Garroth is smiling for the first time in a few days.

I smile tiredly at Garroth, my mother gives him a more energetic smile. And Garroth gave an adorable little smile back.

''Can Mommy hold you?" I ask, taking my hands out and offering to take Garroth.

Garte hands him to me, he gets fussy, slightly kicking his feet and reaches for his father. It made me feel awkward as I hand Garroth back in, but I smile anyways.

Anything he does is adorable across my view.

Garte pecks Garroth's forehead, I take my attention to the doctors who were smiling. Smiling in a bad way, as if they were hiding something. I hold tightly onto my hands.

"W-We have some...Bad news.'' It takes a moment for the doctor who is hesitating to sprang those words out. Garte was looking at them as if they were aliens, straight in the eyes.

"We did some extensive testing and...We discovered he has a tumor in his right arm.'' The doctor gulps out.

I completely froze.

Tears coming out like rivers out of my eyes. But I couldn't function properly, thoughts and memories danced through my head, infecting my mind. My heartbeat slowed down as I felt there is no point to breathe any more. My forehead was in a burning heat and the back of my neck was dripping with sweat.

I felt Garte wrap around his hand on my petite figure, holding tightly. He left a kiss on my forehead. Steps fill me, which one of the first one was in denial.

''B-But you can cure him, right?" I stutter, inquiringly begging the doctors.

''We can do our best. We're in luck that it isn't where it's impossible but... It's almost stage three. We need to get him admitted and started on chemo and radiation if we want any hope of him surviving." The doctor summarized, a strict but calm tone.

Ignorance and disbelief filled me.

There is no chance Garroth can die, he can't. It must've been a mistake, but the doctors were already out. Walking off with tails between their legs.

Garte pulls me close, kissing my forehead once again. My face was buried in my hands, stuffing myself into the palms of my hands. Loud sobs start coming out of me. Garte rested his hand, leaning to whisper in my ear.

"It's okay, Honey. He's gonna be just fine.'' Garte promises me.

But, anger fills me.

''Why does this have to happen to me?!" I cry into my shoulders, shoving my head straight into Garte's shoulder. ''Oh my, what did they put in the baby food? Maybe they poisoned it or- it must be a prank..!" I cried out in anger, the doctors were outside the room so it was only our family allowed to see my repeating break down.

Garte shares a glance with Tobin, handing Garroth over to him trustfully with his hands shaking. Garroth that was smiling happily like the past week didn't happen, like the whole event and misery that is about to step into his life isn't going to happen to him. An innocent and angelic smile smeared on his face, looking up at his uncle Tobin as Tobin shaked his hand sassily and entertainingly lup while holding Garroth, his other holding onto his back. Distracting Garroth from me.

Garte kneels in front of me, on one knee he brags my hand, smoothly petting it with his two hands. It took him a few moments to gather words, but he tilted his head. It seemed almost as if he was pulling off a second proposal.

"Come on Honey, I know this is hard but I promise everything will get better." Garte tried to speak calmly. His hands started to shake but he made sure to keep a solemn and firm grip onto my one hand. He pecked a slight kiss on my hand as I was gulping for air, wheezing in and out.

''Calm down please, we will manage. I promise- Garroth is a strong boy, he will be able to pull out through this. In this generation Zianna we have technology, medicine and machines that could help Garroth out.'' Garte bit his lip, he himself was unsure with what he was saying. He was fighting tears that I could see almost spilling through, I took a sore breath.

"No...Maybe, maybe it's a mistake?" I whimper out, looking down. Garte sighs, my mom was sitting beside me. She knew she couldn't help out with anything that will calm me down. She rubbed my shoulder silently. Feeling petty and inner sadness for me.

"Come on Zianna, please. Calm down." Garte hushed me again. "Even if my words don't mean a lot to you right now, how about you take some water and calm down, we can talk this out. Alright?" Garte tries to calm me down but his Adam's apple shook as he gulped silently, looking up at me with slightly red teary eyes. He stood up, it seemed like it was a pain for him to stand up. As if there were thousands of needles prickling inside of him at the same time. He got close grasping my shoulders, as he tilted himself to my ear. I let out another tear scroll down my cheek as Garte's deep voice spoke.

"Garroth can make it, I promise and I love you with each ounce of my heart.'' He kissed my ear, letting go of me as I still could see tears about to break through. I held onto my chest letting out a whine as a frown expressed my face, tears bowling through. Looking at Garte who was just trying to smile. Pulling off as best he can.

"...I-I...I promise."