Steering down the narrow white corridors
Footsteps rushing up and down the stairs
While making silent prayers
Mumbling voices and clink of metal on metal
Beeping of heart rate machine
Beating hearts of his parents with panic and agony
Then goes a prolonged beep
Knees give up
Vision dizzies
The doctor could barely breathe
Everything in a blur of slow motion
The world zones out
Air fresh and thick
With screaming sobs and tears, a lot of tears
The boy lies motionless on the bed after a week of battle against the fates
His chest doesn't rise or fall
Their darling son and brother was now lifeless
The family now carries him and the pain of loss on their fragile shoulders
While the doctor braced himself for a week of uneasy nights and twisted dreams
Pulling down on his shoulders is the weight of one more soul he couldn't save