Crystal screamed at Raven. “I told you we shouldn’t pick her up, but you insisted. Now look,” she shouted, pointing at the chair where her purse had been. Raven’s lips began to tremble and her eyes teared. She turned to me and then looked at Butterfly, who was sobbing hard, her arms wrapped around her body as if she were freezing. Her eyelids fluttered and then her sobbing stopped so suddenly I thought her vocal cords had snapped. “Butterfly?” Raven said. Butterfly fell back to the pillow, her eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling, her mouth open too. She looked so scary. Her face was turning whiter every moment. “Crystal! Something’s happening to her,” I cried and hopped off the bed. “It’s all right, Butterfly,” I said, taking her hand. It felt so cold. “Crystal.” “Don’t panic,” she said in a controlled, deep voice. “If she hears your panic, she’ll get even worse.” Raven stood behind us, waiting, her head down. Crystal turned to her. “Get a cold washcloth,”
