Hope collapsed during her third healing session of the day, which was—I mean we'd been pushing her hard but watching my two-year-old daughter just drop mid-healing with blood coming from her nose and ears was a special kind of nightmare I wasn't prepared for.
"Hope!" I had her in my arms before her knees finished hitting the ground. "Hope, baby, talk to me."
She didn't talk. Didn't respond. Just lay there limp with her eyes cycling through colors so fast they were basically white, and through the maternal bond I felt—
Nothing. Not absence. Not death. Just static. Like the connection was trying to reach her but couldn't find purchase.
"Morgana NOW!" My voice came out command instead of panic. "Medical emergency. Hope's unconscious and the bond is—" I couldn't finish because I didn't have words for what the bond was doing.
Morgana arrived with her team in under a minute and they got Hope on monitors while I just stood there useless and terrified.
