Three months later.

Large dark circles framed Myriam's eyes, the woman was in a hospital bed clinging to Tony's body, the little boy had had a serious infection and the doctors were assessing his condition.

The boy wouldn't stop crying, Myriam's heart was breaking, those months had been a struggle, and when it seemed that Tony was getting better, he would get sick again.

A nurse asked her to leave, she needed to take the child to perform a new study. Myriam kissed Tony's forehead and left.

Rubén was waiting for her outside, she hugged him, and let out all the tears she was holding back.

"I don't want my son to die," she stammered, "I see it very badly."

Rubén tried to comfort her, encourage her, but it was impossible, several minutes passed, and Myriam was called to the office of the oncology pediatrician, whom she knew very well.

“Doctor Gregor, how is my son?” She questioned trembling, she noticed that the specialist's face was full of seriousness.

The doctor snorted.

“Tony, he urge