Felicia rushed forward.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

Desiree cried out in pain.

Roman held her.

“What’s happening?” he demanded.

Felicia didn’t answer him immediately. She dropped her medical bag to the floor and knelt beside the bed, already pulling on gloves with shaking hands. Desiree’s body had gone rigid, her back arching sharply as a cry tore out of her throat raw.

She sounded broken, frightened.

“I can’t, I can't breathe—” Desiree gasped.

Roman grabbed her face ...