Leora
Bryan caught up to me just before I reached the clinic. He didn't try to stop me from going into the building; nothing would have kept me from getting here. A nurse approached, urgency written on her face, responding to my panicked look. My breathing wouldn't settle. I gulped down air, but words wouldn't come as I tried to explain what was happening.
"He won't stop vomiting," Bryan explained to her. "It just started within the last half hour. First, it was normal spit-up, but now—"
Cielo vomited all over me again. Tears spilled down my face as I clung to him. I wanted to fix this, to take away whatever was wrong with him and deal with it myself. Whatever it took to relieve his pain, fear, and illness.
Could I do that?
"Give him to me. We need to get him on fluids immediately," t
