“That’s the worst part,” she admitted quietly.
His expression softened.
Before either of them could speak again, a violent crash came from the bedroom.
All three of them moved instantly.
Michael was already beside the bed when Clara reached the doorway. One of the medicine bottles had shattered across the floor. Elena was bent forward coughing violently into a cloth stained with fresh blood.
Daniel rushed to her side.
Clara stopped cold.
The blood looked too bright.
Too much.
“Elena,” Michael said sharply. “Slow down. Breathe.”
But her mother couldn’t stop coughing.
The sound tore through the room, raw and wet and terrifying.
Daniel grabbed more tissues with shaking hands.
Clara stood frozen in the doorway while panic erupted around her.
Then Elena lifted her head weakly.
And looked directly at Clara.
The fear in those eyes destroyed something inside her.
Not because Elena was dying.
Because suddenly, horribly, she looked like Clara remembered herself looking at twelve years old.
Trapped.
The coughing finally eased.
Michael helped her lean back against the pillows while Daniel cleaned trembling fingers on a towel.
“We need the hospital,” Michael said quietly.
“No,” Elena rasped immediately.
“You’re bleeding.”
“No hospitals.”
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