This is a sad, short one. I couldn't have done any more.
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Chapter XIV.
Esme's Reaction To The Death Of Her Baby.
Today I've Lost You.
I didn't believe the doctors when they told me. I couldn't. He was the only reason that I had left; he was the thing that kept me sane, the thing that kept me... alive.
And now, the doctors were telling me he wasn't going to make it. That he had lung fever, and they could do nothing to help him.
I remember screaming, telling them they were wrong.
I remember crying, as I realised my baby was dying.
I remember then feeling nothing but sadness, as I asked to have him in my arms for his last few moments.
I remember the doctor telling me what was going to happen to him; how his breathing would slow, then his heart would finally stop.
I remember the nurse saying she was sorry, before leaving me alone.
I cried again, I couldn't help myself. Especially as I looked down into his precious little face, watching his peaceful face as he slept. I watched the gentle swell and fall of his chest, and how he wrapped his full fist around my pinky finger.
Then, I watched as the rise and fall of his chest got slower, and slower, until eventually he stopped.
I watched as he exhaled for the last time.
I remember crying again, as it finally hit me that my baby was gone. That my innocent little baby was gone.
I remember thinking, as I put my baby into his crib for the last time, that I had absolutely no reason to live.
Not one.
Ahem... yes. What do you think?
~Charlotte.x
