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Beth spent the rest of the night working.
She followed the directions that appeared on that mysterious page in that mysterious book word for word, ingredient after ingredient, step after step, pause after pause.
Without a cauldron, Beth was reduced to borrowing her mother's pancake griddle and a steel pot from the kitchen.
After four hours of brewing, she blinked down at the bubbling mixture, unaware that with the help of her grandfather, she had just completed her very first potion.
Close to sunrise, Beth scooped a small bit of that dark brown mixture into a plastic cup and crept out of her bedroom.
The four nurses who attended her mother were in the living room and kitchen as they prepared to administer the next dose of muggle medicine, but Beth took that rare opportunity to give her mother something more helpful.
Quietly, she crept across the short hallway and entered her parents' bedroom.
A worried frown creased her face as she tiptoed over to her mother and gently held the cup to her lips.
Beth's hands trembled as she tilted the cup just enough to let a small bit of the concoction roll down her mother's throat.
Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the subtle motion of neck muscles that indicated swallowing.
Beth didn't have time to leave before those nurses from that good hospital barged back into the room.
"It's time for her next dose of morphine." One nurse sternly informed Beth.
"We'll let you know when she'e settled again." Another mentioned.
"............What are you doing, honey?" One of them asked Beth with a tense smile.
"What is that?!" The fourth one demanded as she stormed over to Beth and ripped the cup from her hand. She glanced down at the potion before she looked up at Beth with wide eyes and screeched, "Did you give her this?! What IS this?! Dirty bath water?! Do you have any idea-"
"........Leave her alone!" A fifth voice rang out.
Everyone in the room looked over at the woman in bed.
No longer lying flat on her back waiting for death, although her strength was still only returning, Beth's mother had managed to sit striaght up in bed, with her eyes flashing and her teeth grit as she defended her baby.
The nurse who had scolded Beth opened her mouth against the child again, but her patient cut her off.
"I said.......leave my little girl alone, she's only trying to help me!" Beth's mother repeated to the nurses.
"MAMA!" Beth cried.
Happy gasps rang out around the room as Beth rushed towards her mother, followed by the nurses.
As the sun rose outside, that bright new morning brought with it the resounding song of hope.
Beth hugged her mother and held her close while the Hospice nurses called the muggle doctor in disbelief of what they saw with their eyes and measured with their instruments.
"Mama! Mama, you're going to be ok! You'll be ok now! I know it!" Beth cried as she tightened her grip o her mother.
"Oh, sweetheart....." Beth's mother whispered as she pulled away and kissed the top of her head.
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