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...