All I was hearing from all of the doctors and nurses was more and more bad news. The only thing left they could tell me was that they both died.

The feeling that I debated was: which would I be more unhappy with dying, Melanie or Andrew? I felt that the answer would definetly be Melanie, due to the fact that she has never broken my heart in any way possible…yet.

But I also felt as that was being selfish of me. Andrew’s parents now sat here along with my own and even Nick still stuck around. They loved Andrew dearly and for him to die would be as if Melanie died.

The doctor came through the ICU double doors, looking solemn.

I began sobbing. I had a feeling it was going to be Melanie. I mean, she was only a week or two old? How much of a chance did she have?

“I’m so sorry. They were both doing so terribly…when Andrew just…gave up. And here’s the weird part. Not long after he died Melanie’s skyrocketed up for the better. Melanie is ok.”

The Beck’s began sobbing behind me. I joined in.