The Baby
Kirby's PoV
"Mr. Kirby, if I were to die, please take my baby and Ben with you. Please, I beg."
I was carrying Mrs. Sandy in my arms when she said that.
"Don't say that Ma'am, you'll get through this," I said, trying to hold back my tears. I want to cheer her up, but I'm aware of her pain. She was so weak, she could barely move. Maybe she was too tired and exhausted. But she had to gather every ounce of willpower within her to bring her baby into the world.
It took us half an hour to arrive at the nearest lying-in clinic, but the midwife (health professional) hesitated to take us in. Because Sandy was in a critical condition, she was already pale and struggling to breathe. The clinic lacked adequate resources.
"It's too risky," she murmured, the midwife's voice was full of
