Marta stood there, looking at Ezra like a child looked for her mother. She felt lost and confused and scared. Marta truly wondered if this was Ezra's final straw, that he wasn't going to come back from this. Marta would never give up on him, no matter what, but in the end, only Ezra can choose to get better and be happy. She moved a little closer to the bed, sitting down near his feet. She wanted to be closer but still kept from touching him. "Ezra I don't hate your choice for stopping me. If i were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing. I never even imagined Atalia doing that, nor will I understand why. I have brought nothing but pain for her, so why did I deserve her mercy and her help?"

She looked down at her shoes, and was fiddling with a loose button on her dress. She wasn't fully aware of what Ezra was doing until he let out a whimper. Marta looked up, thinking he must have shifted weird and was in pain. But then she watched in horror as Ezra pushed down on his ribs and moaned in pain. She saw the blood trickling from his mouth and Marta had to put her hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream in pure terror. She stood up, reaching over trying to make Ezra stop, but he almost seemed in a weird trance. His words were not translating in her mind, she barely heard him. All she cared about was stopping the bleeding coming from his mouth and getting him to stop moving. Eventually he seemed to wear himself out and Marta stood there shaking.

She turn and ran from the room and down the stairs, stumbling at the bottom. She found Jeremiah in the kitchen making tea. She was trembling and tears pouring from her face. "Ezra...hospital...bleeding" she couldn't even form full sentences. But Jeremiah understood, and ran up the stairs. When he saw the boy lying there, his skin growing paler by the minute, Jeremiah knew it was bad. Scooping the boy in his arms, he carried him down the stairs, telling Marta to grab his car keys on the counter. Once outside, he took Ezra over to his car, placing him in the back seat, telling Marta to go in their and hold him. Marta listened, sitting down and placing Ezra's head in her lap. Tears falling down her face as she watched blood still coming from his mouth.

They reached the hospital and for the second time in a week, Marta watched the man she loved taken behind the doors and she couldn't follow. Nor could Jeremiah when they realized he wasn't family. So the two waited. Jeremiah pacing back and forth, while Marta sat huddled in a chair, her body trembling that it made her vision shaky and everything around her blurry. Would God ever give them a break?