Chapter 2 The Harsh Truth

The ward door creaked open, and Samuel stepped inside, his eyes fixed on Sarah's frail form. He sat beside her, gently taking her hand in his. Sarah's gaze drifted to his face, her fingers tenderly caressing his cheek. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed the faint redness around his eyes. "Did you cry?" she asked softly, her voice laced with concern.

Samuel's gaze faltered, and he looked away, choosing to remain silent. Sarah's eyes welled up with tears as she persisted, "What did the doctor say about me? Am I going to die? Won't I survive?" Her voice cracked as she struggled to hold back her emotions. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks.

"I don't want to die," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He's a doctor, right? He's been working in this field for 20 years. He should be able to find a solution or something to keep me alive." Her words were tinged with desperation, a plea for hope in the face of despair.

Samuel drew her into his arms, holding her close as he gently patted her back. "He said your condition has gotten worse," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "He can't do anything about it."

Sarah's mind reeled in protest. They had just found happiness together, and now death loomed over her? She felt a surge of frustration and helplessness. Why was life so cruel? She wished she could have a chance to speak to God face-to-face and ask Him why He was taking her away from Samuel when they had just begun their life together.

But she knew she wasn't entitled to question God's will. He knew best for everyone. All she could do was accept her fate and wait for the day death would come to take her away. The thought was both comforting and terrifying.