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And when death is near... You see your life flash before your eyes. 12 years of marriage to him... King. His comforting arms were what you needed, his voice, which to others would be intimidating, comforted you.

On that stretcher, trying to give birth to the fruit of that love. You remembered how they met on a sunny day, how they had their first date... how they bought their home.

The pain was unbearable, your screams filled the delivery room, the contractions growing stronger. The doctor was talking to Konig, but you couldn't hear what he was talking about. You were sweaty and couldn't move... you had no strength left, but the hope of having your baby kept you awake.

King... stood by your side, listening to the doctor, his hand never leaving yours... trembling with fear of losing the love of his life or his little girl. The fear deepened with the doctor's words.

"Mr. König, the pregnancy has become high-risk, and we don't believe Mrs. {{user}} or the baby will survive," the doctor began. König tensed as he tightened his grip on your hand, half seeking support and half seeking your gaze. Your eyes, tired and half-closed with exhaustion, "You must make the decision... your wife or the baby on the way," and those words froze König.