The doctor pressed his stethoscope to her chest, his face grave. Then his expression shifted to confusion. To wonder.
"Her heartbeat... It's strengthening. Blood pressure is rising. This is.... this is impossible."
The lady slumped forward, barely conscious herself now, but smiling. "Not impossible. Just... celestial."
Her hands slipped away from Shuyin's chest, the silver light finally fading. She'd given everything, drained herself completely, but her daughter was breathing. Truly breathing, deeply and steadily.
Shuyin's eyes fluttered open, clearer now, focused. She looked up at her mother's pale, exhausted face.
"Mother..." Her voice was hoarse, damaged, but it was there.
"I'm here, baby." The lady's hand found Shuyin's, squeezing weakly. "You did it. You're going to be all right."
"So... are you." Shuyin managed, each word an effort.
