The nurses exchanged a sorrowful glance before gently trying to pry Margaret off, but she refused to let go. "Don't take him from me! He needs his mother!" she sobbed, shaking her head wildly. "He's cold... I need to keep him warm. He hates being cold..."
"He's dead, Maggie!" Alex yelled, stopping Margaret.
"Dead—" Margaret's voice cracked on the last word, and then, suddenly, her body swayed.
"Margaret!" Claire gasped as Margaret's eyes rolled back, and she crumpled to the floor in a dead faint.
"Maggie!" Alex dropped to his knees beside her just as the doctors and nurses rushed forward.
"Get her on a stretcher!" one of the doctors ordered.
Emma stepped back, pressing a shaking hand against her chest as she watched them lift Margaret onto a hospital bed and wheel her away.
Claire wiped at her tears, her hands trembling. "She's going to break if she doesn't get through this," she whispered.
