I begin to worry for my family. Shay has shut himself out from me and Xavier lately. I don't really blame him. Poor guy, he's probably depressed considering how many times our three year-old has been in and out of the hospital. To be honest I'm depressed as well. Sometimes I hear him crying, and when I comfort him he complains to me that he can't see anything. Just white. How he was scared. I didn't like when he was scared. Especially since I know he's living a nightmare. I think everyone's had at least one nightmare, but living one....everyone has a different nightmare they live. His is just a bit more complicated. I wish I could get rid of his suffering and give it to me. Cheesy, pathetic, predictable, maybe. It's true, everyone feels that way sometime or another. I may be Where wolf, but I'm also human. "Baby!!" I heard Shay yell from the other room. I quickly go to him, knowing it's probably Xavier. Shay was sitting on his knees as our little boy sat in front of him crying. "Honey, Tell Papa," That was when I noticed Shay was crying too. I knelt down and put a hand on each of their shoulders. "I-I no see. White," He says cursing me to frown. "Dammit! This has gone too long Shay, we need to take him to the hospital," I said as I picked up our sobbing boy. I gave him his pacifier as I stood back up. "You can stay here while I take him to the hospital," I said as I head to the door. "Wait! I want to go with you," Shay stood and wiped his eyes. I hugged him. "We have to go," he says before leaving and I followed. Sadness struck me harder, hearing him cry the whole way, despite it being muffled by the pacifier. I had rode in the back with Xavier in the back while Shay drove. We were now in the waiting room while the doctors attended to our baby, not letting us in. Shay leaned against me as I stroked his back. "I'm sure he'll be okay," he says. "No, no he won't. Remember what the doctors said a few years ago?" He sobbed. I just nodded as I held him close. "Babe, he's losing his sight," he frowned. I nodded again. "Excuse me," the doctor says. "You May come see Xavier Jean," the doctor says. Yes. Our baby's middle name was Jean, inspired by Shay's dead grandma, Jeanie. She was very close to him, I could tell. I hardly even knew her. Shay grabs my hand as tears still ran down his cheek as he went into the room. Xavier was asleep on the hospital bed, looking smaller than he already was. His ears and tail could be seen. "Doctor, Tell me what's wrong," I ordered. "Something in his brain was shut down from his vision. Sadly, I'm afraid he might be blind permanently, but we're working on how to fix it," the doctor confirmed as he put it into his computer. "He going to be so scared," I could hear the worry in Shay's voice. "It's okay, at least he's not dying," I hugged him. "But what if he is?" Tears formed. "He won't," I held him close. "When will he wake up?" He asked the doctor. "Probably tomorrow, he was freaking out so much we had to knock him out with morphine. He called for both of you, his heart rate was off the charts. We were afraid that his panic could cause h to have a heart attack, but we knew you two wouldn't want to see what we had to do to him," the doctor says. We both nodded and went to each side of our little boy. "We're here Xavier. Dada and Papa. We'll always be here," I tell him as I grabbed his little hand. "We'll always be here do you," I say.