11-17-2012, 05:51 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-17-2012, 05:51 AM by TheRubyStorm.)
Elisa could hear the panicked tone in Tommy's voice as he spoke, but her focus was on the limp baby girl in her hands, her skin a sickening shade of gray. Quickly, she grabbed a bulb syringe and after clearing her nose and throat, she then began rubbing her back. Anything for a response...
"Come on baby. We need you to cry for us. Come on..."
"Come on baby. We need you to cry for us. Come on..."