She attempted to call out, but her vocal cords were as if sealed shut.

A wave of absolute despair washed over her as she collapsed to her knees, inching her way toward the child.

But the farther she reached, the more distant the child became.

Frozen in her spot, she beseechingly implored the child to stay.

The young figure paused in the limitless white, and through the infinity of snow, Raegan heard a youthful voice murmur, “Mom... Mom..."

Desperate to reply, Raegan found she still couldn't utter a word. Her plea was only a silent scream.

"Please... don't go..."

She observed the small form recede further into the distance until it was swallowed by the snowy abyss.

Then the chilling clink of surgical instruments broke through, accompanied by distant conversations.

“We can't save the child. We need to perform a hysterectomy, then deal with the other injuries..."

Frantically, she shook her head, her silent pleas echoing, "No...

Don't take my baby away..."

But her voice fell on deaf ears. She felt the icy grip of forceps removing the child from her womb.

Her heart was as if cleaved open by a dull blade, as she was overcome by frigid tears.

The blanket of snow faded, replaced by a shroud of darkness consuming her awareness.

Raegan had been comatose for four days.

Within her dream, she would sometimes mutter incomprehensibly, at times feverish, and at others, in tears.

As Luis relayed the doctor's diagnosis to Mitchel, the latter's already fragile heart was freshly wounded.

Mitchel looked as though he had been dealt a crushing blow, his face marked by visible exhaustion.

Noticing his state, Luis hesitated briefly before passing Mitchel the paternity test Raegan had entrusted him to monitor the accessing process before the result came out.