There's a person lying on a hospital bed.

Pallid face and everything unkempt.

Gazing upon the horizon,

As the mountain gives birth to the sun.

Trembling hands dancing on a paper.

The patient looks in a clock,

He mutters, "Its time."

Shakingly hides the paper, then hands intertwined. 

He closed his eyes.

Until a warm embrace enshrouded his being.

His eyes sweat at the beholding sight.

The most valiant woman he knew,

Was reduced to a crybaby.

The energetic man he admires,

Lost all of his vitality.

He bit his lips, trying to overcome his raging emotions.

Lying in the cold hard operating table,

His mind flashes a series of struggle, support and love.

It wasn't his but his parents, his only family. 

The operation has come to its end.

The woman is crying loudly, her husband trying to calm her down.

His eyes shedding tears for the umpteenth time.

Who would expect this inconceivable conclusion?

One word, miracle.