Emma gripped the hospital bathroom sink, trying to stop shaking. The cramping had gotten worse since landing, and the bleeding wasn't stopping.
She needed to see a doctor. But first, she had to find Jack.
The pediatric ICU was a maze of beeping machines and worried parents. Emma found Jack slumped in a chair outside Room 314, still in yesterday's clothes, his normally perfect hair disheveled.
"Emma." He stood up immediately, pulling her into a grateful hug. "You came."
"Of course I came." Emma held him tight, drawing strength from giving comfort even as her own world crumbled. "How is he?"
"Pneumonia. Severe, but treatable." Jack's voice was hoarse from worry. "They have him on antibiotics and oxygen. The doctors think he'll be okay, but..."
"But he's so little," Emma finished.
Jack
