PROLOGUE

The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the small room, other then the quiet sobbing of the young woman who was holding onto an older looking woman, no doubt her mother, to keep herself up.

"Hush… she'll be alright…" The older woman said, rubbing the back of her daughter. The young woman only sobbed harder, looking to the small form in the incubator, a large mask over most of its face. Its small limbs only twitched now and then, but the doctors had said that was from spasm attacks that the infant was getting.

"But Mom, look at her!" The young woman sobbed, letting go of her mother to put a hand on the incubator and kneeling down to look at the baby inside, barely alive. "My poor baby… please, just hold on…" She begged to the form as its arm twitched again.

The heart monitor started to pick up, going three times faster then it originally was. The small chest of the infant started to lift and descend quickly, having a panic attack. In no time, the room was filled with doctors that were yelling things hastily. One of them had a couple of nurses escort the two women from the room, so that they could work. The mother of the ill child sobbed out, reaching out to her child. "No! I want to stay with my baby!"

Once they were out of the room, the woman clung to her mother for dear life. The nurses wore a look of concern and sympathy. One put a hand on the crying woman's shoulder, to get her attention.

"I know that you're in pain right now, Ms. Swan, but Dr. Richards would like to speak to you privately." Ms. Swan sniffed and nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes as she followed the nurses to a private room. They opened the door to the room, showing Dr. Richards writing on a clipboard, but he looked up and gave the broken mother and sympathetic smile before standing up. "Please, Ms. Swan, have a seat." She obeyed and sat down in one of the seats, staring down at her lap.

"I understand what you are going through, Ms. Swan." He said as he flipped some pages on his clipboard, turning his chair to face her. "I, too, had a child that was on the edge of life." He looked up and had a frown plastered on her face. "Sadly, I don't have good news, only bad." Ms. Swan nodded slowly. She needed to hear this.

"Whatever your daughter has, we have never seen anything like this, so we don't have a cure for it…" He said, pausing to choose his next words carefully. "Unfortunately, since we have never come across this disease your daughter somehow developed when she was still in utero, we don't know if it's a deadly disease or not…" He sighed and took his glasses off to rub his eyes. "All we can do for now is watch and wait for a sign… I'm sorry Ms. Swan…"

She was in tears by now. Her child, the baby she had given birth to not even twenty-four hours ago, may not even survive to go through life. She stood up and looked to Dr. Richards. "Can I see my baby?"

His attention went back to her from his clipboard. "Of course."

She and her mother were escorted back to the room they were in before, now empty again. Her baby now had even more wires attached to her, one of which an IV. "I don't care what they say… you'll grow up to be beautiful and strong… My sweet, sweet Charity…"

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Jeez, it took me long enough to figure out how to upload a flipping story! *slaps forehead* Anyway, this is the prologue for one of my many, many stories, so, tell me what you think, and I might possible put up the next chapter! :3