He was so tiny in her arms. So precious and thin and sick. She felt the heat radiating from him, hated the cough. But he was here and safe and she saved him.
She saved him.
They tried to take him from her arms. But Emily refused. She held him all the way to the hospital in the back of the ambulance. They could go to hell.
They made her stay in the hospital that night, too. She had a concussion. Emily was okay with it. As long as she got to share a room with Cole. He was very ill, double pneumonia, and torn up inside. But he was alive, alive, alive.
She saved him.
Emily drifted in and out all night. In her bouts of waking, she told them about Harris. At least, she thought she did. She remembered only bits through the haze. Including the snatches of conversation she caught from her pare
