NATHAN'S POV
I spent the night seated by my mother's side, getting her anything she wanted including an extra blanket.
Her condition still worsened.
Now she is barely able to speak. The disease is weakening her way too fast.
I wish I have thought of another way of saving her. I wouldn't be hopelessly seated here watching her fight the pain if I have not completely ran out of options.
I am glad my little brother hasn't though. I was worried that he would be crying unstop. But he wears a smile as he sits close to her on the other side of the bed.
"Don't worry, I wrote a letter to my friend Hannah. She will be coming soon to heal you soon." He says.
I am glad he believes Hannah can heal even though it's not true. At least it's keeping him hopeful and strong.
Mother dislikes seeing h
