Blake's heart raced with panic as Rose went limp in his arms, her eyes rolling back. "Rose? Rose, can you hear me?" He gave her a gentle shake, but she remained completely unresponsive, dead weight against him.
Cradling her carefully, Blake lifted Rose's motionless body and gently laid her out on the bed. He placed two fingers against her neck, relieved to find a pulse, though it seemed faint and thready.
The commotion from the bedroom soon roused little Celena. The sleepy toddler came padding down the hallway in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes. "Daddy? What's going on?" She stopped short when she saw her mother's unconscious form on the bed. "Why is Mommy sleeping on the bare bed?"
Blake looked up, his expression etched with fear and confusion. "I...I don't know, sweetie. She just collapsed." He tried to keep his voice calm for Celena's sake. "Can you be a brave big girl and go get Daddy's phone from the living room? Bring it here quick, please."
