Christine's kiss, through her mask, fell gently on Ethan's oxygen mask.
He lay in deep sleep, breathing steadily, a layer of white mist forming inside his mask.
As she looked up, she caught a glimpse of a tall figure in a black suit turning away outside the room.
"Adrian came this morning to discuss treatment options with the doctor. He just left,"
Rebecca entered the room, looking exhausted. "Is that why you went to his office last night? I know you're worried he might... let Ethan go."
Christine could only nod silently, unwilling to recall what happened last night.
In truth, even without Rebecca telling her about the discussion's outcome, Christine knew the desperation of their situation. Whether they waited for a matching donor or opted for aggressive chemotherapy, just keeping Ethan alive would cost an astronomical sum.