Justin Bricker breathed with horror as she gave up her one turn to the child.Ignoring the question, she barked, “Call for help. We need blood and lots of it, an IV, and chain, as well as drugs to facilitate the turn.”Justin hesitated, but then pulled out his phone and began punching numbers. He also turned sideways to get past Paul and moved back upstairs as he pressed the phone to his ear.Free to approach now, Paul moved to kneel on Livy’s other side, uncertainty and fear battling on his face. He didn’t speak until Jeanne Louise removed her wrist from Livy’s mouth and scooped her up. He stood then to follow when she carried the girl into the bedroom they’d used, asking in a whisper, “Will she survive?”Jeanne Louise didn’t answer right away. She set the child on the bed and then turned her on her stomach so that she could examine the back of her head. The wound was as big as it had felt to her hand. She could see right through to her fractured skull.“I don’t know,”
