“I’m sorry, Gwen...you aren’t a match…” The words hit upon her ears and fell onto her heart as if they had been weighed down with a ton of bricks. As she looked to her son, currently asleep in a small crib located at this specific section in the hospital, Gwen felt destroyed in being unable to save him. She knew for her son to have a chance, she would have to seek out Deacon once more-having to bite her lip and swallow her pride to save her child. Luckily, she knew where Deacon would be, due to him having been a workaholic, but it did not make the nerves she had upon going to speak to him any easier. Gwen also knew that if she were to arrive in the disheveled mess she had been made up of, she would have been turned away by the building’s security-so while her son was being monitored by med
