At 12:25 a.m., a hospital room fell quiet — not because the pain stopped, but because everyone inside was listening for it.
Will is only a boy. Too young to understand why his body hurts this much, too young to carry the weight of a fight that has gone on for so long. And yet tonight, his strength is being measured in seconds… in shallow breaths… in the fragile pauses between waves of pain no one else can see.
Doctors have pushed medicine to its limits. Adjusted doses. Tried everything they safely can. They’ve reached the edge of what science can offer.
His family hasn’t moved an inch.
They sit close, whispering love into the darkness. Stroking his hair. Saying his name softly, over and over — as if love itself might ease what medicine no longer can. They are no longer praying for miracles. Tonight, they are praying for something far smaller… and far harder.
Relief.
There is one small request Will made — a simple, heartbreaking wish — that has broken everyone who heard it. A request that no child should ever have to make.
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