Twin?

"I'm sorry, but all I could say right, Mrs. King is now critical, we would try everything we can but we couldn't promise you anything." The doctor told them with a sullen expression on their face.

The doctor's words hit Blake like a ton of bricks. He stumbled backward and made his way to the bed where Marissa lay motionless. His legs felt like jelly beneath him, barely able to hold him up. As he gazed down at his wife's still form, a wave of despair washed over him. How could this be happening?

Just early this morning, she was smiling asking him to make her a lamb steak.

"Babe…" Blake called her slowly. "Wake up…I'm sorry but I promise you, I will make a lot of lamb steak for you…can you just please wake up?"

His voice was choked with emotion as he leaned over Marissa's body, willing her to wake up. But there was no response. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gently took her hand, holding it tightly.