Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“Bullshit. I’m not buying it, and I know deep down you don’t either. You’re pissed because she hurt you. Well, I’m telling you right now, Finn: You need to get off it, because when we get there, we have no idea what we’re going to find. So you better decide right now if she’s worth fighting for. And I say she is. Because as far as I can see, she’s been putting up one hell of a fight for you.”
My throat felt like it was closing.
“I love her, Preston. I’ll always love her.”
He hit the gas pedal. “Don’t tell me—tell her.”
Preston pulled up to the front of the ER. I ran to the check-in desk. “Excuse me, my girlfriend was brought in by ambulance. Rory Adams.”
An older woman typed on her computer and then looked up at me. “The sixth floor.”
“Is she okay?”
She smiled softly. “I’m sorry, sir, I can’t give you any information. Go on up there and they’ll be able to help you.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
Preston rushed in through the front doors. I motioned for him to follow me. “She’s on the sixth floor.”
“How is she? Did they say what was wrong?”
My hand shook as I reached out and hit the button for the sixth floor. I was barely able to get the words out. “They didn’t say.”
With each floor we passed, the feeling of dread loomed heavier over me. Please let her be okay. Please.
The doors opened and I inhaled a deep breath. The first person I saw was Clare. She stood and waited for me to make my way to her. Glancing around the waiting room, I asked, “Where is everyone?”
“They went on a search for coffee. We haven’t been able to get ahold of her parents. Colton headed over to the house.”
“How is she?”
She shrugged. “No one will tell us anything, because we’re not family.”
Every one of my muscles tensed. “What?”
“The only thing they said was she wasn’t in surgery and was being taken to the sixth floor.” Tears slipped from her eyes and she quickly wiped it away. “I’m scared, Finn.”
I walked over to the nurses’ station. “Excuse me, they told me my fiancée was here on the sixth floor. Rory Adams.”
The nurse glanced at her computer. “Your name, sir?”
“Finn. Finn Ward.”
“If you’ll wait here, I’ll see if the doctor can speak with you.”
The pit of my stomach fell. I slowly turned and walked back to Preston and Clare.
“Um…I told the nurse Rory was my fiancée, and she’s going to get the doctor.”
Clare covered her mouth. “Oh, God.”
My heart drummed in my chest so loudly I could hardly hear Preston telling Clare everything was going to be okay.
An older gentleman rounded the corner and made his way over to us.
“Mr. Ward?” he asked while extending his hand.
“Yes. Is she okay? Was it an aneurysm?”
The doctor frowned and drew his head back. “Who told you it was an aneurysm?”
Clare took a step forward. “The paramedic said it might be the cause of her passing out.”
“And you are?”
“Her sister, Clare.”
Preston and I both looked at Clare. I guess she figured we might get more info if she said she was family.
With a furrowed brow, he shook his head. “The paramedic should have kept his thoughts to himself.”
“So, it wasn’t an aneurysm?” Clare asked.
“No. It was not an aneurysm, and they’re both going to be okay. Her blood sugar was low; add stress on top of that, and she simply passed out. It does appear that she bruised a rib when she fell. Hopefully we can get that nicely healed before she’s too far along.”
My eyes widened in shock, and I heard Clare suck in a breath of air.
“I’m sorry. Did you say they were ‘both’ going to be okay?” I asked with a smile.
A wide grin covered the doctor’s face as his cheeks turned pink. “I’m sorry. With her only being about three to four weeks along, I should have guessed neither of you probably knew she was pregnant. I’m sure I just dropped a bombshell on you, Mr. Ward.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The doctor took that as a sign to keep talking.
“When the blood work showed she was pregnant, we did an ultrasound. Everything looks perfectly fine.
Preston reached out and grabbed my arm; he must have seen me wobble. Both of Clare’s hands were covering her mouth and she was crying.
“But Rory’s okay? Nothing bad besides the rib?” I asked.
The doctor hit my upper arm. “She’s perfect. Well, minus the low blood sugar.”
Clare gasped. “She drank two beers tonight!”
With a laugh, the doctor winked. “She’ll be fine.” He pointed to me. “Now, you make sure she’s eating and drinking plenty of water. She was a bit dehydrated, so I’d like to keep her overnight to watch her and see how that rib feels. We’ve got an IV going, and you’ll need to make sure she gets in to see her doctor regarding the pregnancy.”