Leila's POV

　　Trying to be strong, I walked into Michael's hospital room. The room was silent, save for the gentle beeping of machines that were more or less keeping him alive. With those crisp white sheets around his small frame, he looked even more fragile than usual and my heart broke for him all over again. My baby brother battling a fight no child should ever have to endure.

　　As I started walking towards the bed, my eye caught something. Beside him, a small, ...