The Weight of Life

However, Clara was still worried. She paced at the door, wishing she could go in and join the doctors.

However, she wasn't a doctor here, so she could only call her assistant first.

Clara's hands were covered in blood. It was bright red and glaring.

"He'll be fine. He will be fine!" She prayed for the boy.

Clara had yet to tell the boy that she was his mother. She couldn't let Luke die like that.