"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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Date: 2008-04-13 07:56 am (UTC)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.
(charyou tree)
This time, they might be here to stay.