Delia got almost no sleep that night. She kept going over and over what her mother had said to her over the phone. It hardly made sense, and Sasha Parker had babbled nearly incoherently as she laid down the facts as they were known to her.
Headaches. Brain scans. More bloodwork than a starving vampire could hope for. The poor older woman had been hospitalized with a severe migraine earlier that day, and she was knocked out on pain killers as Sasha spoke with Delia from outside the hospital.
The scans had come back with a growth on her brain and were going to be sent to neurology in the morning for the head of that department to evaluate.
Growth. It tasted like a four-letter word when Delia had told Michael what her mother had said to her. Was it a blood clot? A brain tumor? Neither bode
