“Please be okay,” he pleaded in a whisper.

At 2 AM, the cardiologist finally approached us.

“We’ve found something. Lila has a congenital heart defect… a ventricular septal defect with pulmonary hypertension. It’s serious, and she needs surgery as soon as possible.”

Josh collapsed into a chair, his frame trembling.

“How serious?” I forced myself to ask.

“Life-threatening if left untreated. The good news is that it’s operational. But the surgery is complex and expensive.”

I thought of the college fund I’d spent five years building with every tip and extra shift from the diner.

“How much?” I asked.

The figure she quoted made my stomach drop. It would drain nearly everything we had.

Josh looked at me, his face full of grief. “Mom, I can’t ask you to… but…”

“You’re not asking,” I cut him off. “We’re doing this.”

The operation was set for the following week. We took Lila home under strict medical supervision.

Josh gave up on sleep entirely, setting hourly alarms to monitor her. I’d often find him at daybreak sitting on the floor by her crib, simply watching her breathe.

“What if something goes wrong?” he asked one morning.

“Then we deal with it,” I replied. “Together.”

We arrived at the hospital before the sun was up on the day of the surgery. Josh held Lila in a yellow blanket he’d picked out just for her, while I looked after Liam.

The surgeons took her at 7:30 AM. Josh gave her a kiss on the forehead and whispered a private message before letting her go.

Then the waiting began.

Six hours passed. Six hours of walking the halls and watching Josh sit in a state of catatonic prayer.

A nurse eventually brought some coffee, looking at Josh with admiration. “That little girl is lucky to have a brother like you.”

When the surgeon finally appeared, I held my breath.

“The surgery went well,” she declared. Josh let out a sob that sounded like years of pent-up pain finally breaking loose. “She’s stable. The operation was successful. She’ll need time to heal, but the prognosis is good.”

Josh stood up, slightly dizzy. “Can I see her?”

“Soon. She’s in recovery. Give us another hour.”

Lila spent five days in intensive care. Josh never missed a minute of visiting hours, staying until the guards asked him to leave. He’d reach into the incubator just to hold her hand.

“We’re going to go to the park,” he promised her. “And I’ll push you on the swings. And Liam’s going to try to steal your toys, but I won’t let him.”

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