Mary Jane tried to offer a small smile in return, but she knew it was hopeless. There was no way a person could pull off a real-looking smile at a time like this.
Moving closer to the bedside, Mary Jane could only look down at Aaron for a split second before her heart twisted and she had to look away. He was a baby. This wasn't supposed to be happening to a tiny, defenseless infant, of all people.
"I'm sorry, I..." It was all she could get out before her eyes welled up with tears. "I don't know what to do. I really don't." She just wanted to be there for the both of them, but she honestly didn't know how to stop this sickness.