Lana’s POV I woke up the next morning with a renewed sense of calm, happiness, and all-round happiness. The sky above was clear, reflecting my mood, and the day looked promising. Sally and I spent the first half of the morning preparing our plans for the day: the places we were going to visit, the shops we would patronise, and the provisions we would get. In all, the day promised to be quite eventful and filled with fun activities. It was going to be our last day in Cartonica before we once again returned to our realities—the harshness of it—and it was only right that we spent the day doing something fun. As for the men, they would spend the day while we were away preparing for our return (I had no idea of the things they might have already planned out, but I was sure it was going to be something naughty and childish). Once we returned from our trip to all the beautiful places in Cartonica, we should visit the beach as a group, and after that, we would meet Cameron’s family for one
Lana’s POV Finally, I would return to reality, with all its challenges and responsibilities.Cameron took my hand as we walked back to our suite. “You okay?”“Yeah,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I'm just going to miss this place.”“We’ll come back,” he promised. “And who knows? Maybe someday we’ll find a way to stay longer.”I smiled at the thought. As much as I loved Cartonica, it was the people I shared it with that made it special.***The next morning, the sense of calm and happiness from the day before was replaced by a bittersweet feeling. As we packed our bags, preparing to leave Cartonica, the reality of our departure sank in. Cameron, Andre, Marcus, and I were returning to Hastvin, while Sally was still bent on staying behind for a few more days or weeks of vacation. Perhaps even months. The truth was that I would miss her, and if there was a way, I would have tried to walk her out of this decision she had come to. But she was right. In the last few months, a lot had happe
Lana’s POVThe news hit me like a freight train.“Your child has been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia.”Suddenly, I felt like the floor had been pulled from beneath my feet. My leg wobbled, my vision spun, and my throat felt like someone was squeezing too tight. I could not breathe, and the tears in my eyes would not let me see anything. “What?” It was me who spoke, but I could not recognise the voice as mine. “What?”I was on the ground when I came, and Cameron was gripping my arm, saying words that I could neither hear nor understand. The doctor was speaking too, but nothing registered. All I could hear was the continuous ringing in my ears and the echo of the doctor's words. Lymphoblastic leukaemia...Your child was diagnosed... Lymphoblastic leukaemia.My eyes stayed on my daughter, where she lay on the bed, small, frail, almost lifeless, her breathing shallow. It has barely been a day since she fell ill, but she already looked so gone. “What… what can we do?” I hea
Andre’s POV I took her hands in mine, my eyes pleading. “Lana, this isn’t about complicating things. It’s about giving Zoe the best possible chance. If there’s even a small possibility that my blood could be a better match, we owe it to her to find out. Please, let me do this.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me. The fear and desperation in my voice mirrored her own. “Andre, I…” “Lana, please,” I said, my grip tightening. “For Zoe’s sake, Let me be tested. Let me know if I can help her.” She took a deep breath, her mind racing. This wasn’t just about the past or our unresolved issues. This was about Zoe and giving her the best chance at life. She nodded slowly, wiping away her tears. “Okay, Andre. I’ll talk to the doctor.” The next few hours were a blur of activities. Nurses bustled in, explaining the procedure to me as they prepped me for the blood test. I sat still, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling my nostrils as a nurse drew a vial of my blood. Lana and C
Lana’s POV Zoe’s fingers gripped mine, and the nervousness that she felt as the doctor took us through the bone marrow transplant process seeped slowly into me. It was as though I were a sponge, soaking in everything. “Since Andre is a match,” the doctor explained. “We would take stem cells from his bone marrow to help fight the leukaemia.” His gentle eyes stayed on Zoe’s face and then mine. “This is a complex procedure, but if it’s successful, then we would have achieved our main aim.”Zoe looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear and curiosity. “Mommy, is it going to hurt?”I forced a reassuring smile, pushing back the wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. “We’ll make sure you don’t feel any pain, sweetie. And Daddy and I will be right here with you the whole time. You’re going to be brave, just like always.”The doctor continued, “We’ll need to run some tests to make sure she is ready for the transplant. These tests will help us understand her health better and prepare
Lana’s POV An awkward silence followed. I had been trying to avoid this. To keep my children away from Andre and his family, but it looked as though even that now was impossible. There was no way to deny it to him now; denial was all I had done in the past. Still, I did not want to accept it. Yet, the test that had been carried out said something different. She was his blood; biologically, they matched even more than me. I would have rebuked him immediately, but I was too tired. Thankfully, Cameron came to my rescue. “The doctor wants us to go home and get some rest. We’ll be back tomorrow.”Andre nodded. “That’s a good idea. You all need to take care of yourselves too.”I was numb from everything, so Cameron did the talking for both of us. “We’ll see you in the morning. Get some rest, André. Thank you.”“Did you hear him?” I asked as soon as we were outside the hospital. “Maybe all of this is a mistake. Maybe...“Cameron pulled me towards the car and peered into my eyes. Taking a
Lana’s POV “You’re right,” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting his words sink in. “But it’s so hard, Cameron. Every second feels like an eternity, and I can’t help the feeling that I should be doing more.”“You’re doing everything you can,” he reassured me, his hands never stopping their soothing motions. “We all are.”I leaned back further, feeling the warmth of the water and the comfort of Cameron’s touch. “I know. And I’m grateful for that. It’s just...”“I know,” he said softly, cutting me off. “It’s a lot. But you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”For a moment, we sat in silence, the only sound being the gentle sloshing of the water as I shifted slightly. Cameron’s hands moved from my shoulders to my neck, gently kneading the tension away. I sighed as I felt the weight lift from my shoulders.“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.“You’ll never have to find out,” he replied firmly. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Andre’s POV The process was slow, but at least it had begun. I had been made to spend four excruciating days in the hospital, doing nothing most of the time but lying down, conducting tests and more tests, eating, wandering about the hospital premises, and doing it all over again, but it was not all bad. There were days that I now store as sacred memories in the most precious parts of my heart. Days that I had hoped would never end. Those days were the ones I had to spend with my baby girl. Zoe, whom I had now confirmed was my biological daughter,. I had yet to meet her brother, Joe, but I was sure that was a work in progress. Today, though, was not one of those days that I wanted to end. In fact, I hoped for nothing more than for the day to quickly come to an end and open up on the last day I had to spend here. I was lying on the hospital bed on this day, and my arm was connected to a machine that, according to the doctor, collected my stem cells while a nurse monitored the proc