#Chapter 107: Mother's Crisis

Aurora's POV The emergency alarm shattered the quiet of the medical facility at three in the morning, its urgent wail cutting through my restless sleep like a blade. I bolted upright, heart hammering as I processed what that sound meant in a place dedicated to healing. I ran down the corridor in bare feet and sleep clothes, the cold linoleum waking me. My mother's room was chaotic, with healers efficiently working around her bed, faces grim. Monitors beeped urgently, showing vital signs I could read as dangerous. "Her body is rejecting the treatment," Dr. Matthews explained when he saw me hovering in the doorway. His usually calm demeanor was strained, worry lines etched deep around his eyes. "We need more aggressive intervention, but the risks are significant." I stood frozen, watching the woman who had raised me fight for each breath. The sight of her so fragile and vulnerable, surrounded by machines that beeped their electronic warnings, was devastating. Kane appeared beside me