Carefully, I turned Mum on her back, which was not an easy task considering her shaking and erratic movement. Though no small part of me that made it hard, considering I was holding another parent in the throes of death. To say I was frantic and scared paled in comparison to what I was feeling. It took all my willpower to stay on the task at hand to make sure she lived. With some struggle, I opened her mouth and shoved the bezoar down her throat. Carefully I tilted her head to force her to swallow the stone-like mass. Watching it go down her throat was not a pleasant sight, but it was a good sign when it did. 