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“I know.” Gene sighed, looking down at Sammi. “She said she had a doctor’s appointment tomorrow for a check-up. I gave her two options, thinking she was okay to walk to the barn, but I was clearly mistaken. Can you drive any faster?”

“Doing the speed limit.”

“Well stop doing the speed limit and put your foot down. I wanted her there two minutes ago,” Gene snapped at him.

Silence filled the cab as Ezekiel sped up.

“Sorry. I just need to get her there. I need to make sure that she is okay.”

Gene had been worrying about Sammi for a while now. He saw how hard she worked and how exhausted she was, but he knew something was up. She had come into work looking exhausted, and it had only gotten worse.

His brain had started to work out what was wrong when she said she wasn’t drinking anything and peeing a lot, but there were so many things that it could be. He was no doctor, and he didn’t want to make himself even more worried by looking into it more.

If she hadn’t told him she had a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, he would have figured out some way for the doctor to come out and check over all his employees just to see if she was all right. Sadly, his doctor was out of town right now, but even then, Gene would have taken Sammi to the hospital since they didn’t have everything at the farm.

“What do you think is wrong with her?” Ezekiel asked.

Gene looked down at Sammi, holding her extra tight. “I don’t know. I have no idea.”

Which scared Gene out of his mind. He liked being in control. Not knowing what was wrong with Sammi was killing him.Was she dying in his arms?

“You can’t think like that. It’s probably not bad. She just hasn’t been taking care of herself properly and is exhausted, but she’s not dying,” Ezekiel spoke as he pulled up to the emergency room entrance. “Jump out here. I’ll park and then come and find you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He opened the door and held onto Sammi as he got out of the car. He walked as fast as he could into the emergency room, looking around for anybody who worked there.

“I need help!” he shouted, panicked.

A nurse walked over to him, taking her sweet time.

“What can I help you with?” she asked, looking at him.

“I need the doctor to look over Sammi right now. She collapsed in the field. I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” Gene explained.

“You can have a seat right over there, and we’ll call you when the doctor is ready.” The nurse pointed to the chairs behind him.

Did she just say that? Did the nurse not see an unconscious girl in his arms?

Gene moved closer to the nurse. “I don’t think you fucking understood what I said. I need the doctor to look over her now.”

“Sir,” she protested.

“Fucking now. Or I will get the Springfield Sinners to come in.” He was bluffing, but she didn’t need to know that.

Sure, if he asked Deccan, he would, especially if it involved Gene’s girl. Deccan was protective like that when it came to almost anyone’s girl. Especially if they were a Little.

“R-right, if you can come w-with me, Sir, I’ll get you to a room, and the doctor will be in soon,” the nurse stuttered.

Gene should have felt bad for scaring her, but he didn’t. Sammi was unconscious in his arms, and he didn’t know why. He would threaten just about anyone if they got in the way of her getting medical attention.

He followed the nurse through some doors and down a hallway. Other nurses looked at them as they walked by, but Gene didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was getting Sammi the best care to determine what was wrong. That was all he cared about.

“You can lay her on the bed. The doctor will be in here soon to ask some questions,” the nurse rushed out and left.

Gene carefully placed her on the bed and brushed her hair out of her face. She looked so small, so fragile lying on the hospital bed. So many things were running through his head as they waited for the doctor. Was she going to be all right? Was she sick? Did she have cancer?

“Thought I was going to have to fight to get back here, but when I said you were carrying a girl in, her face went white, and she allowed me in straight away,” Ezekiel said as he walked into the room. “What did you do?”

“She fucking told me to sit in a chair while I waited for the doctor. No questions about what happened or what was wrong, so I may or may not have threatened to send the Springfield Sinners in.” He shrugged, still looking at Sammi.

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