Survive

EZEKIEL

“Hold on, baby!” Vivienne kept uttering as we both held each of Vera’s hands.

As soon as we arrived at the hospital, we immediately rushed her to the emergency room. Her tiny body was so still, so lifeless, and the sight of her covered in blood made my chest tighten painfully.

I could barely breathe as we raced down the corridor, my mind were filled with panic and desperation.

This couldn’t be happening. Not to her. Not to our little girl.

When we reached the doors of the emergency room, the nurses took over, guiding Vera's stretcher through the doors. But as Vivienne and I tried to follow, one of the nurses stepped in front of us, raising her hand to stop us.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am and Sir, but you can’t go any further,” she said gently but firmly.

“No, please,” Vivienne begged as her voice broke. “I need to be with her. Please, let me go in with her.”

The nurse shook her head sympathetically.

“The doctors need space to work. We’ll keep you updated, I promise.”

Before they cou