"Please, assist me," I pleaded, addressing the male nurse. He held my newborn in his arms, his gaze fixed on mine, but no words formed on his lips. Stepping closer, he gently passed the baby into my arms, saying, "I am unable to help." As soon as I cradled my son, he started towards the door. "Why won't you aid me?!" I cried out. The nurse paused by the door, turning his head slightly. With my son in one arm, I struggled to sit up, using my other hand to push myself from the bed. Slowly, I placed both feet on the floor and stood, following the nurse. "Why won't you help?" I asked, tears streaming down my face, my voice trembling. He faced forward, sighing deeply. "He has forbidden us from assisting you any longer," he informed me, then walked away. Heart heavy with fear, I trailed behind him, stopping abruptly when I witnessed the double doors swing open. My eyes widened in horror as I saw the man approaching, ready to take my child away. Mila had made a grave error. In a life-threatening situation, she had struck a bargain for a second chance at life. Yet, she was about to discover that the consequences of her deal would prove dire. And the very embodiment of Death would ensure that the terms of their agreement would be fulfilled, regardless of the cost.
