Her expression was calm in the particular way of someone who’d delivered difficult news many times before and had learned how to do it without either coldness or false comfort.
"Miss Thorne? I’m Doctor Hensley. I’ve been with your mother since she arrived last night."
Lilith wiped roughly at her face, trying to compose herself enough to ask the questions that mattered. "What happened to her? i was told that her vitals spiked. Why?"
Doctor Hensley moved to the monitors, checking them with quick, practiced hands before turning back to face her properly. "Your mother’s been in a deep coma for four months. That’s a long time for a body to sustain itself in that state, even with good care. What happened last night, we call it a crisis event. Sometimes it’s the brain attempting to reorganize itself as it works toward consciousness. Sometimes it’s simply cumulative strain finally surfacing. We can’t always tell which."
"Could it happen again?" Lilith’s voice was smaller than she wanted it to be.
"It’s possible," Doctor Hensley said, not softening the truth, but not delivering it unkindly either. "We’re monitoring her more closely here than Shadowmere’s facilities allowed. If anything changes, we’ll respond faster than they could." She paused, studying Lilith’s face for a moment. "I know that’s not the reassurance you were hoping for. But I want to tell you something else, because I think it matters. A crisis event like this isn’t necessarily bad news. It can mean the brain is more active than we realized. It can mean she’s closer to the surface than we thought."
Lilith looked down at her mother’s still face, searching for some flicker of that fight Doctor Hensley was describing, some sign of the battle happening somewhere beneath the surface where she couldn’t see it.
"She’s stable right now," Doctor Hensley added. "Vitals normal. We’ll keep her under close observation, but there’s no reason to think she’s in immediate danger tonight."
She left a few minutes later, the door clicking softly shut behind her, and Lilith was alone with her mother again.
***
She stayed for hours. She told her mother about the estate, about her own room, about the garden with the hidden greenhouse, about Sera’s easy laughter and Agnes’s quiet kindness. She talked about small, unimportant things, filling the silence because the silence felt unbearable otherwise, because some part of her still believed, still needed to believe, that her mother could hear even a fraction of it.
"I miss you telling me I’m being dramatic," she said at one point, thumb tracing slow circles over her mother’s knuckles. "I miss you nagging me about eating enough. I’d give anything to hear you say something right now. Anything at all."
The machines answered with their steady, indifferent rhythm.
It was a nurse, gentle but firm, who eventually told her visiting hours were ending. Lilith didn’t want to leave. She sat a moment longer, gathering herself, before pressing a soft kiss to her mother’s forehead.

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