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A/N - So what do you think?
Sarah stood as the nurse beckoned to her, softly brushing her fingers along her son's hair and trying not to think on what she was about to do.
"Wait here, I'll be out in a while, all right?"
He looked up from his picture book and nodded. "Are you sick, mommy?"
"No, John."
Sarah followed the nurse into a small room and dressed in the cheap paper gown. As the woman lay back on the cold table and waited for the doctor she felt the hands of irony - she was killing one child so that she could protect another.