MAYA

I went back to the hospital after freshening up and bringing in some change of clothes.

I sat by Vikky's bedside, watching as she laid there, her small body weak and fragile. It had been two days since she started getting worse, and I was getting more and more worried by the minute.

Donovan and I had taken her to see several doctors, and each one had run a battery of tests. But no matter how many tests they ran, they couldn't seem to find anything wrong with her.

It was frustrating and scary, not knowing what was causing Vikky's illness. We had tried different hospitals, thinking that maybe...