Her eyes are swollen, her lashes stuck together with dried tears. She looks exhausted, terrified, and far too grown-up for her small frame.
“Where do you live? Who sent you here?”
As the nurse examines the babies, a chill runs down her spine—they are cold.
Far too cold.
“How long have they been like this?” she asks firmly.
The girl lowers her head.
“I… I don’t know. Mom has been sleeping for three days.”
The entire emergency room freezes.
“Sleeping?” the nurse repeats.
The girl nods.
A heavy silence fills the room.
The girl’s feet are wounded to the bone.
Her palms are covered in blisters.
Her lips are cracked from dehydration.
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