EMMA POV
The name the doctor had called tugged at a memory, pulling me abruptly from the present. My hand hovered in midair, caught in the space between now and then, a blur of faces and voices swimming before me until Natalie's touch brought me back.
“Hey,” she said, her fingers pinching my arm lightly but sharply. Her gaze was expectant, a bit concerned, and just a little exasperated.
“Huh” I said
“Snap out of everything and be your self, your mom is going to be alright” she said
“Yeah…” I replied, blinking to clear my thoughts. “Yeah, send my regards to him, and tell him I appreciate what he did. Truly,I am grateful”.
Natalie watched me, her expression softening a bit. “How about her treatment?” she asked, tone practical but probing. “Should they proceed? Do we keep her here? Or
