"Doctors can't help," Rose gulps out. "That's why--"
The pain in her chest has become a deep tearing. Aortic dissection, Dr. Manning said. Her free hand grips Charlie's shirt with surprising (and short-lived) strength, while she fumbles the phone at the red-haired woman.
"Listen," she says, the same desperate strength in her voice. "My mom is Susannah Toren. We were going to meet... a healer--" The phone slips through her fingers, and the black holes in her vision, familiar friends from the hospital are circling, and she thinks this time, they're aren't just visiting.
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The pain in her chest has become a deep tearing. Aortic dissection, Dr. Manning said. Her free hand grips Charlie's shirt with surprising (and short-lived) strength, while she fumbles the phone at the red-haired woman.
"Listen," she says, the same desperate strength in her voice. "My mom is Susannah Toren. We were going to meet... a healer--" The phone slips through her fingers, and the black holes in her vision, familiar friends from the hospital are circling, and she thinks this time, they're aren't just visiting.
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This time, they might be here to stay.