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“Did she hit the floor when she passed out? Did she hit her head?” Andrew questions me as he holds one side of the gurney, wheeling it along quickly.
“No, I caught her,” I tell him, speeding up to keep pace with him. “She told me that she wasn’t feeling good and that she didn’t sleep much last night.”
“Did she eat anything today?” Andrew asks.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t with her all day,” I say.
Andrew flashes me a confused look over his shoulder. “Why were you with her at all?”
Fuck. I can’t even think of what to say, so I don’t speak a single word.
Luckily, we rush into a room, and Andrew and the nurses jump into action to check her vitals and get her hooked up to machines. I stand off to the side, forcing myself not to get too close and get in their way. I just wish that I could hold her hand.
“Her blood pressure is up,” one of the nurses tells Andrew. “Any medical conditions that we need to know about?”
Andrew shakes his head. “Not that I know of. She’s healthy. I don’t know what would’ve pushed her this far for her to pass out. She hasn’t ever done that before.”
“There must be something,” the nurse says as she places a pulse oximeter on Emma’s finger.
“I don’t know! She’s in good health as far as I know,” Andrew replies, his concern making him frustrated.
Finally, I find my voice.
“She’s pregnant, Andrew.”
Andrew whips around to face me, shock filling his eyes. “What did you say?”
I swallow hard as tension grips my throat, cutting off my air as he stares at me. “She’s pregnant.”
Slowly, a look of realization fills his face, followed by narrowed eyes of fury. He doesn’t even know the full picture, but just this little snapshot is enough to clue him in to part of the truth.
He’s really not going to like the rest.
Chapter forty-one
Chapter Forty-One: Emma
Light slowly floods my vision as I fight with all the strength left in my body to open my eyes.
A dull ache echoes in my head, but it’s not the only sound that fills my ears. Muffled voices sound all around me from blurry shapes on either side of me, making the pressure in my head intensify even more.
“How do you know she’s pregnant? Did she tell you? Or are you assuming?” Andrew’s voice breaks through the garbled mess of noise in my mind.
The woozy, disconnected sensation that enveloped me quickly disappears as I register his words. Panic hits me like a sucker punch, my heart rate spiking.
They know that I’m pregnant!
Where the hell even am I?
I manage to open my eyes most of the way, the blurry light around me steadily sharpening until I can make out a hospital room and medical equipment. I shift my fingers, feeling a monitor on my forefinger and cool bedsheets under my fingertips.
The last thing that I remember is talking to Ryan in my apartment. After that, it’s just complete darkness.
“She told us!” Josh’s voice comes from my left.
“Why the hell would she tell you and not us?” Ethan’s voice sounds to my right.
“Because we needed to fucking know,” Ryan grits out from my left. “Now, is she okay?”
