Emma burst through the hospital doors, her heart racing.
"Where is she?" she demanded at the front desk.
The nurse looked up calmly. "Ms. Parker is in room 314. But visiting hours—"
"I'm her counselor," Emma interrupted, already heading for the elevator.
She found Sarah Parker sitting on the edge of her hospital bed, staring at her hands with empty eyes.
"Sarah?" Emma said gently. "I came as soon as I heard."
Sarah looked up. Her face was pale and hollow. "I used it, Emma. I used my resurrection."
Emma sat down beside her. "Tell me what happened."
"My cat, Mr. Whiskers. He got hit by a car this morning." Sarah's voice was barely a whisper. "He was dying, and I couldn't stand it. So I... I brought him back."
"That sounds like love to me."
"But now I'm empty inside. Like something important got ripped out of my soul." Sarah started crying. "What if I die tomorrow? What if I need that power for something bigger? I wasted it on a stupid cat!"
