The children’s wing of the hospital was usually a quiet place.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that seeps into your chest and weighs you down.
In Room 214, the air was still, except for the faint hum of a monitor. A neatly made bed sat by the wall, untouched for most of the morning. On the edge of that bed sat Ethan Cole—a three-year-old boy with sandy blonde hair, pale skin, and eyes the color of a clear summer sky. He wore a matching red shirt and pants, his tiny feet dangling, never touching the floor.
Ethan had never taken a step in his life. From the moment he was born, the doctors had told his parents he would never walk.
His father, Dr. Nathan Cole, was one of the hospital’s most respected surgeons—tall, sharp-featured, his dark hair always neatly combed. He had saved countless lives in the operating room. But when it came to his own son, all his skill, all his knowledge meant nothing. Every scan, every surgery, every therapy session had ended the…..Read Full Story Here……………..
