"If you want to keep this child, then you can't use medication, can't undergo treatment. Maybe Mrs. Seys can hold on until the child is born, or maybe she can't. Mr. Seys, please make your own decision. Our hospital recommends immediate surgery."
After speaking, the doctor nodded slightly to the two and left the ward.
Arlo Seys walked to the bedside, placing his hands gently on Ariel Morris's forehead, his voice hoarse and heavy, "Do you know, you've given me the hardest decision to make."
Jorge Saxton's eyes reddened as he looked at Arlo Seys and asked in a deep voice, "Arlo, Ariel loves to laugh so much; her eyes curve with her smile, her whole face lights up. If... if she goes blind, I can't imagine how devastating that would be for her."
Arlo Seys's fingers, a bit cold, lingered over Ariel Morris's brow and eyes, his gaze deepening, "I'll be her crutch for life, be her eyes."
