As Theodore's face appeared before her, memories of the heart-wrenching decision to abort their unborn babies resurfaced. Ariana's sobs were like torrents of rain, and she clung to Theodore’s hand desperately, begging him, "Please don't take our babies away!"

The pain in her eyes was a dagger to Theodore's heart. He trembled, planting countless gentle kisses on her forehead, promising, "Okay! Okay! We won't terminate the pregnancy. We'll figure out how to keep our kids safe."

He repeatedly assured her that he would not force her to have an abortion on the way to the hospital. Reluctantly, Theodore let go as Ariana was rushed into the operating room, vanishing behind swinging doors. He felt adrift and powerless, a boat tossed in a storm, collapsing against the floor in sheer exhaustion.

After what felt Like an eternity, the doctor emerged, holding Ariana's medical report. A glance at the doctor's somber expression hinted at troubling news.

In a hushed voice, the doctor disclosed, “We discovered a dangerous drug, GK21@, running through her veins; a potent psychedelic that intensifies sensations and causes great harm."

His words hesitated before he continued, "Thankfully, she wasn't exposed for too long. With aggressive treatment, we might be able to purge it from her system. However..." The unspoken words hung in the air, thick with unease.

Theodore clung to the medical report, tensed. Through clenched teeth, he prompted the doctor, “However what?"

The doctor sighed heavily, like the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"The treatment itself puts immense strain on the body," he confessed.

“And since she's carrying twins, she's going to be fighting the drug internally while trying to feed the fetuses with limited energy and nutrients. It's..."

Though the doctor didn't spell it out, Theodore understood the unspoken truth that it was a burden for Ariana.

“Pregnancy already demands a great toll on her," the doctor continued.

"If her body can't keep up, it could Lead to complete organ failure or a coma. Things could get as bad."

“What's the best course of action?" Theodore broke the stillness with a calm, steady voice.

"Termination," the doctor replied firmly, like a hammer striking an anvil.

"Without the fetuses drawing from her limited reserves, her odds of survival improve exponentially."

The memories of Ariana‘s tearful pleas haunted Theodore's mind, like ghosts of sorrow and regret. He closed his eyes briefly, battling the storm within.

“Could we wait until after she gives birth and then start treatment?" Theodore asked, clutching at straws in the tempest.

But the doctor shook his head, Like a solemn pendulum.

"I'm afraid that delay would mean catastrophe; a point of no return. GK210 can't be fully purged from her body after 40 days of exposure. The damage would be impossible to mend.”