Summer burst through the hospital doors, clutching her unconscious child tightly to her chest. Blood streaked down her pale face.
"Please—help," Summer cried, panic written all over her face.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. Nurses and staff rushed toward her. A stretcher was wheeled forward.
"She is losing blood," someone said.
The doors of the emergency room swung open as Hope was wheeled in immediately.
The moment her arms were empty, Summer's strength abandoned her. Her legs buckled, and she sank to the floor, her chest heaving as terror and exhaustion crushed her at once.
"Summer…" Holy hurried to her side, gripping her arms and pulling her upright. She guided her to a nearby chair.
Summer collapsed into sobs. "She was getting better," she cried, clutching her chest. "She was improving. Why… why is she bleeding again? What went wrong?"
"Don't cry," Holy whispered, struggling to keep her tears at bay. "She will be fine. She has to be."
Ashton appeared, his steps quick,
