-Ethan's pov-

February 16th, one week away from the twin's birthday. Kate has been trying to figure out for weeks what the theme should be, for their first birthday. So, it's been a little crazy around here. On top of all the appointments Matthew has to go to, I hate seeing him have to go through everything that he does. But, he fights through every day like a champ, he is so strong. But, last week Matthew started getting this little cough, so we took him to the Dr and they told us it was a cold, and they gave us some medicine to give him for it. And a week later, he is still not doing to well. Today, Kate and I decided we were going to take Matthew to the hospital. My mom watched Pey and Liem, while we took Matthew to the hospital. We get to the hospital, and we are only in the waiting room surprisingly for 30 minutes. Once we got to the room, it didn't take much longer for the Dr to come in.

"Hello, I'm Dr.Delreyo, nice to meet you" he said, shaking my hand. "So, what brings you guys in today?"

"Well, last week we took him to the doctor, and they gave us some medicine for this cold he had." Kate said, then continued. "And It just doesn't seem to be getting better, he seems to be getting worse. And about 7 months ago he was diagnosed with Mitochondrial, so I don't know if that could have anything to do with this." she explained.

"Well, mitochondria have symptoms like respiratory problems, which can also be common in colds. So, we're going to do some tests to see if this cold could've progressed to something worse." They put a swab up his nose, to do some test. About an hour later, the Dr came back with the results.

" Hello, I'm back with your results", The doctor said walking in. "Matthew has Pneumonia, and with pneumonia, the air sacs may fill with fluid or pus. The infection can be life-threatening to anyone, but particularly to infants and children. And like what we discussed earlier with mitochondrial, he already has respiratory problems. So, we're going to do everything we can to get rid of pneumonia. We're going to put him on an IV drip for dehydration, and give him some antibiotics to try and start fighting off the infection. Along with an oxygen mask, to help him breathe a little better." The Doctor explained. "Also, we're going to admit him into the hospital." The Dr added.

"So, how long are we going to be here?" I asked.

"We're going to wait until this medicine starts working, and once he starts improving, then we'll be able to discharge him. We just want to be ab;e to keep a close eye on him, since he has other health issues that could worsen anytime." The Dr said, then walked out. Kate and I just looked at each other. I walked over to her as she began crying. I just held her tight, while Matthew was asleep on the bed. He looked so helpless. I hated seeing my baby like that. And just only, one week before his first birthday. I decided to call my mom, and update her on what was going on. I let Kate know I was stepping out to call her. She nods at me and continues just sitting there hoping for a miracle.

-Kate's pov-

Ethan stepped out to call his mom, to let her know what was going on, and that we were going to be here longer than expected. Ethan was only gone for not even 5 minutes, and next thing I know, Matthew is having a seizure. I yelled for the nurse, since Ethan had left to call his mom, I was all alone, panicking. Not much longer, a few nurses came running in. I slowly got pushed into the hall. They were doing everything they could. The Dr comes running in, as Matthew is coming out of the seizure, but then begins gasping for air. The Dr listened to his lungs, "His lungs are full of fluid, the antibiotics arn't working." The Dr said, as he began to put a breathing tube in Mathew to help him breathe better. Ethan came into the room as the Dr was doing that.

"What the hell happened? I was only gone for 10 minutes" Ethan said, rushing to the bedside.

"Matthew had a seizure, we gave him some medication to help keep them under control. He does have a fever of 103.1 And the antibiotics aren't really working, so we had to insert a breathing tube, because his lungs began filling with fluid. We're going to get Matthew prepped and ready for transport, we're going to have you guys moved upstairs to the NICU." The Dr explained to Ethan and I. Ethan just stood there. He couldn't believe everything that just happened, neither could I. I hate seeing my baby boy like this, he doesn't deserve this. That is all I kept thinking to myself. Once we got settled up in the NICU, Ethan called his mom again. This time, from the room, he didn't want to leave the room after last time.

*2 Days Later*

It's Monday morning. We've been here since Saturday, and there's been no improvement. All I kept thinking about, was my baby going to get better. Next thing we knew, Matthew started seizing again. The nurses rushed in, and not long after, the Dr. Ethan and I began to panic. What's going to happen to my baby? I just keep hearing all of these beeping sounds from Matthew's monitors, then suddenly I hear nothing. I began balling. Mama Laney came running in the room, she had gotten Lia and Sienna to come over, to watch Pey and Liem. Once she got to the room, he had already stopped seizing. But, what the Doctor told us next , was the worst news I could ever get.

"So, your son's fever is still rising, which is what caused the seizure. I am so sorry to tell you this, but, Matthew didn't make it." We all just fell to our knees crying. I didn't know what to say or do. I couldn't believe what happened. I just lost my baby boy. Why, why did this have to happen so soon? We got up, and Ethan, mama and I went over to Matthew and all hugged him, crying. I held my baby one last time, and just sat in the chair rocking and singing to him one last time, looking at his face one last time. Ethan and Mama Laney began to hug me while I was holding Matthew's once warm, but now cold baby. I just kept crying.

"Well, I guess we have to start planning the funeral." I said, trying to stay calm, but, I just could't. We all gave Matthew one last kiss, then we had to leave. This has been the worst day of my life.