Winter soon stops crying, and she sits up. She rubs her red eyes, hiccuping. She gets up and goes to the fridge, and comes back with armloads of homemade cookies Ivy had baked and ice cream. Her face is blank as she sits down and starts to eat. 

Ivy stays close behind Arty, picking her phone up on the way out. “So where’s the hospital? Give me your keys, I’m driving.” Ivy’s voice is tender but bossy.