Santi s Wish

Chapter 1 (Dying wish)

A month ago...........

The sun cast a warm glow into the hospital room, illuminating the pale figure of Blair as she lay on the bed, her face now strained and devoid of its former vibrancy.

A nurse had just finished administering an injection, and as Blair turned her gaze towards her little sister, Amelia, she summoned a weak smile despite the evident pain etched on her face.

Tears welled in Amelia's eyes as she reached out to grasp Blair's hand, the air heavy with unspoken words and unshed tears as the two sisters shared a poignant moment of silent understanding in the room.

Amelia watches her sister groan in pain as she stares at her with tears rolling down her eyes and she feels so sorry for her sister, just then she reaches out her right hand slowly and gently toward Amelia

"Amelia, give me your hand," Blair murmured weakly as she tightly held her sister's hands. "I'm sure nothing will happen to you," reassured Amelia; Blair had given birth, but now she's not in a stable condition.

"W-Will you promise to take care of my baby and love him like your own, please?" Blair's voice trembled as she struggled to speak, her condition visibly worsening. Amelia, overwhelmed with fear for her sister, could hardly find her voice amidst her tears.

She shook her head in denial, refusing to acknowledge the possibility of losing her sister.

"There's no need for that because you will be here to take care and love him Blair," Amelia insisted, her heart breaking at the thought of losing her strong and healthy sister. Feeling helpless, she promised Blair that she would do anything to ease her distress and prayed for her recovery. Yet Blair's next request caught her off guard.

"Will you marry my husband and protect him?" Blair's unexpected words left Amelia stunned. "No, Blair, how can you ask me such a thing? You will be fine, please stop saying things like that," Amelia implored, unable to contain her tears. But Blair was persistent and desperate to get her sister to agree to her plea and comply with her demands.

"Don't pretend like you're blind to how weak I have become, dear sister. Don't act like you don't know that I might not be able to raise my child. Do not act like you don't know that the chances of me reuniting with my family are slim," Blair's desperate pleas filled the room, her weakened state adding to the gravity of the situation.

"Please, fulfill your only sister's dying wish and do not leave me with this pain of knowing that I will leave my child without protection and care. He's my child," Blair's voice quivered with emotion as she turned to Amelia, seeking reassurance amidst her fear.