Alisha, just a year and a half old, lay motionless with an IV drip at

mforting hand on

tell me she's okay," Elois

tor said with a reassuring

ily, her knees buc

dition called Hereditary Fructose Intoler

to Laera in surprise and turned back

if a baby with this takes solid food containing fructose or sucrose, it woul

tears, and her chest felt so heavy that Laera's pat on the back wasn't

life-threatening as long as it's been managed, and I'

the doctor, and shook her h

, "Don't you have the same diagnosi

e fruits regularly, honey, table s

there anyone else in your

replied before t

and according to the test result, she got it from a

ise looked confused and surprised a

one has this?

d, then suddenly paus

, though, with the

he docto

r, Tamara, she's my best friend from childho

Monica sighed and made to speak when a fello

re you busy?"D

t's

a five-month-old baby

ve me some

and made to leave when h

. Co

hting up. "Dr. Glenda?

gged her. Years melt

each other?"

id. "She helped deliver my baby, th

suddenly," Glenda said,

e forgiven," Eloi

gs you here?"

sick, so I br

d at Alisha. Her eyes softened."Sh

by you delivered?" Eloise teased, but Glenda's smile slowly fade

he baby I delivered?, she

lenda strangely, confused at her que

helped me deliver a

g between Eloise and Monica

d deliver a baby that night..

ling okay?"E

" Glenda sa

medication?"Glen

onica excha

hat?"Eloise asked, frowning

ed. Her pulse raced. Sh

e there; she had witnesses, and t

. Monica asked worriedly, not

her career for months, causing her fear every time she stepped into

ything o

managing to swallow as she

id quietly. "But... the baby didn

went de

oom f

o laughter, a loud outburst that echoed through the white

right? That's

a aside. "What are

e other nurses there. It was recorded. I le

witnessing a stillbirth, one that came from a patient she so loved and admired. Eloise was a healthy, glowing pregnant

, and so she accepted the offer of her transfer, which had been pending, and travelled abro

g that kind of joke, right?" Dr. M

here, it was registered, I have no idea about what

come here and claim that Alisha isn't her daughter, like wh

ed laughing, her face contorted with c

like stone. Her mind, worse. She gla

t make me disrespect you,"

, and you know I have no reason to lie to you, I'm so

d she parted her lips but found no words. All she could do was shake her head. "You must

ca interjected, "There's one wa