Noah's hand stopped.The clear rod was short. The part sticking out was smeared with frosting.He stared at it for a few seconds, as if he didn't recognize what it was."Emma?"This time, he said it very softly.He cradled the back of my head, trying to turn my face toward him.My neck lolled limply in his palm.Finally, he reached out his other hand and held it under my nose.One breath.Then another."Don't do this."His voice suddenly shook."Emma, I know you can hear me."I stood right in front of him.Just moments ago, I'd been desperate for him to check my pulse, to realize I wasn't throwing a tantrum.Now he'd finally figured it out.And all I wanted was for him to let me go.Rapid footsteps came from the doorway.Claire was back, followed by a doctor carrying an emergency kit."That's her!"She pushed through the door, saw my face, and her voice cut off.The doctor set down his kit immediately."Lay her flat. Don't touch the foreign object near her eye."Noah was still holding
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