Praying for life

A heart-wrenching scream came from the ward Paris was in. Emandra tried going in but the doctors won't let her.

‘’What is happening to her? Do something”’ emandra begged desperately. They were in a finger-crossed situation. While the shadows were sure the baby was not going to make it, emandra cried and pleaded desperately for the survival of her little nephew.

‘’I told you we shouldn't have stopped talking. Now she knows her mother is dead’’ one of the nurses said to the other, as they carried tiny medical basins with blood stepping out of Paris’s ward. Emandra stood up not sure if she wanted to rip them apart or just straight up take their mouths out.

‘’How was I supposed to know she was her mother? It's not like she is Luna``’ the second nurse retorted. She did not like her friend putting all the blame on her alone. They had been chatting together and so far before the scream of Paris, all had been going rather too well.

‘’It was specifically asked not to be mentioned, I had to