Third POV
Elena sat beside Asher's hospital bed, her fingers curled tightly around his tiny hand. His skin was so cold. The machines beeped steadily beside her, each sound like a ticking clock counting down toward a moment she couldn't bear to imagine.
Mama Sage stood quietly by the window, whispering silent prayers to her gods and goddesses , occasionally glancing at Elena with eyes filled with concern and helplessness.
Lucinda returned to the room, her expression grim but calm.
"I'm going to call him now," she said gently, pulling her phone from her coat pocket. "I won't mention you, or the baby. I'll just tell him I need his blood for a critical case that only he can help with. He'll listen."
Elena nodded stiffly, wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve. "Make it quick. Please."
Lucinda gave her a reassuring look and stepped into the hallway, leaving the door open just a crack. Elena's ears strained to catch every word.
