They helicopter arrived at Macclesfield Hospital
Doctors and staff, along with Danielle and Marshall, were outside ready to take over.
Ruby, Frederick, and Tamara had arrived with the kids.
"Tamara, let me take the kids over to our place," Meghan suggested.
Meghan had called Nancy in advance to assist with the twins.
The hum of machines filled the sterile hospital room, a steady, rhythmic sound that contrasted with the turmoil raging outside the glass doors. Michelle lay there, motionless, her pale skin stark against the white sheets, with tubes keeping her tethered to life.
James and Grace sat at her bedside, gripping her limp hands as their eyes burned with unshed tears.
"She looks so fragile," Grace cried, "so unlike the fierce woman we know her to be."
There was a sharp ache
