Doctor Jones came in with a smile on his face, clearly glad his patient was awake. “How are you feeling, ma’am?” he asked.

“I’m good, I just can’t wait to hold my son,” Gugu said.

Sam and Musa looked everywhere else but not at Gugu. The doctor looked at her with sympathy in his eyes.

Silence fell in the small ward.

“Why have you all suddenly gone silent?” Gugu asked.

“Sisi, don’t you remember what happened?” Musa asked, looking down at his shoes.

“No, but just before you and the doctor came in I was about to tell Sam about a dream I’d had. It felt so real,” Gugu said.

The three men looked at each other.

Dr Jones broke the silence. “Ma’am before we talk about anything else, can you please just answer a few simple questions for me?” asked Dr Jones.

“Okay,” Gugu nodded.

The doctor asked Gugu to tell him how many fingers he was holding up and what year she was born.

He nodded at Gugu. “Now, please tell us your dream.”

“Okay, so I had this horrible dream that we had gone to see our son, but the machines beeped just before we named him. The doctors tried to save him, but he did not make it,” Gugu said.

Sam couldn’t hold his tears in any longer, they ran down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, my dear,” Dr Jones said, “it wasn’t a dream, your son died and you went into a coma, possibly from shock.”

Gugu wailed. She couldn’t believe it. How was she to live without her son?”

Sam rushed over to Gugu, holding her in his arms. “It’s okay, my love, everything is going to be okay.”