"Sienna!"

Dante caught her as she fell. Her body limp. Unconscious. Skin burning with fever.

"I need help! Now!" he shouted at the emergency entrance.

Staff rushed out. Gurney. Immediate triage. Nurses taking vitals while doctors barked orders.

"Blood pressure dropping. Temp 104. Heart rate 140. Get her inside. Now."

They wheeled her away. Through doors Dante couldn't follow. Leaving him standing there. Holding babies. Surrounded by terrified children.

"Papa, what's wrong with Mama?" Elena's voice was tiny. Scared.

"She's sick, baby. But the doctors are helping her. She'll be okay."

"Promise?"

He couldn't. Didn't know. Just held them while Marcus took the twins. While Leo corralled Arthur. While everything...