now but to know the people he loved were safe. He could guarantee Lawrence was but not Emily. The doctors and his prayers were the only thing keeping Emily alive.
“She’ll live through this,” Lawrence said.
“I know. I need to get out and have some air. I’ll phone, Molly and the others. Will you look over her while I’m gone?” He needed a smoke.
“Yes. You know I will.”
Chase nodded and glanced back at Emily before leaving the room. The hospital was busy and it had been some time since he last came here.
He hated places like this. People who came into hospitals expected to leave. How many times had he heard people talk about a friend or relative who’d gone into hospital and come out in a box? Too fucking many.
The moment he got outside, he lit a cigarette—his first that day—and phoned Molly. He knew Emily would want her to know.
“Hello?”
He heard her voice and knew the moment he spoke the next words the whole fucking situation would become too real. He inhaled on his cigarette.
“Hi, Molly.”
“Chase? Is that you?”
“Yes.” He stopped. To the say the next words would confirm his fears.
“Where’s, Emily?”
Chase watched people coming and going out of the hospital. Some people passed him were glaring. He figured they were smokers who’d only just quit.
“Emily’s in the hospital. She’s got what is suspected as preeclampsia,” he said. Tears stung his eyes and he turned from the building. The salty air of the coast doing nothing to alleviate his fears.
“Shit. What do you want me to do? What has the doctor said?”
He understood her panic. “That we need to wait it out. To keep a monitor on everything. It’s still early to decide anything at the moment.”
“Okay. I’ll tell the others. Harley and Jackson will probably stop by and I’ll be there soon. I need to ask for a lift.”
“Get, Edward. He’ll bring you down.”
They hung up a few minutes later. He finished off his cigarette and made his way back inside. Lawrence sat on the seat by her bed. Chase went to the opposite side and sat down. Emily lay asleep and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the monitors. One was a cuff around her arm to take her blood pressure. He watched the digits go up and then down and occasionally stay the same.
Every twenty minutes the cuff would beep and puff around her upper left arm, a reading would come out and then rest. Chase was surprised she didn’t wake every time. Watching the monitors beep and do their thing let him know the time was passing.
What was he supposed to do without her?
Chapter Fifteen
“We’ve got to take your wife down to the delivery. If we don’t she could die.” Chase heard the words and stared at Lawrence.
His best friend looked pale.
“What do you mean?”
“There are complications. Emily, could go into shock or many other factors. One of you will need to be in the delivery room when we perform the C-Section.” The doctor looked between the two men.
His worst nightmare was coming true. “What is the worst that can happen and don’t lie to me.”
The doctor glanced down at his notes and then stared up at the two men. “We could lose both of them. Her baby is becoming restless and her condition will worsen until she ends up in a coma or dies.”
Chase stared at the man telling him his woman could die. Emily Spencer, the one woman who was destined to be with him. Could die. “I’ll come into the room,” he told the doctor and turned away.
He needed to get ready but he also had to tell his friends. Jackson, Harley and Raven sat together at one end of the sofa while Molly stood by the window. Carl and Edward Jeffrey rose as he entered the room.
They all looked up at him with concern. “She’s going down to have an emergency C-Section. They need to get the baby out of her if she’s going to have any chance of surviving.”
Molly gasped her hand going to her mouth to cover her sobs.
Lawrence placed a hand on his back
“She’ll live through this,” Lawrence said.
“I know. I need to get out and have some air. I’ll phone, Molly and the others. Will you look over her while I’m gone?” He needed a smoke.
“Yes. You know I will.”
Chase nodded and glanced back at Emily before leaving the room. The hospital was busy and it had been some time since he last came here.
He hated places like this. People who came into hospitals expected to leave. How many times had he heard people talk about a friend or relative who’d gone into hospital and come out in a box? Too fucking many.
The moment he got outside, he lit a cigarette—his first that day—and phoned Molly. He knew Emily would want her to know.
“Hello?”
He heard her voice and knew the moment he spoke the next words the whole fucking situation would become too real. He inhaled on his cigarette.
“Hi, Molly.”
“Chase? Is that you?”
“Yes.” He stopped. To the say the next words would confirm his fears.
“Where’s, Emily?”
Chase watched people coming and going out of the hospital. Some people passed him were glaring. He figured they were smokers who’d only just quit.
“Emily’s in the hospital. She’s got what is suspected as preeclampsia,” he said. Tears stung his eyes and he turned from the building. The salty air of the coast doing nothing to alleviate his fears.
“Shit. What do you want me to do? What has the doctor said?”
He understood her panic. “That we need to wait it out. To keep a monitor on everything. It’s still early to decide anything at the moment.”
“Okay. I’ll tell the others. Harley and Jackson will probably stop by and I’ll be there soon. I need to ask for a lift.”
“Get, Edward. He’ll bring you down.”
They hung up a few minutes later. He finished off his cigarette and made his way back inside. Lawrence sat on the seat by her bed. Chase went to the opposite side and sat down. Emily lay asleep and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the monitors. One was a cuff around her arm to take her blood pressure. He watched the digits go up and then down and occasionally stay the same.
Every twenty minutes the cuff would beep and puff around her upper left arm, a reading would come out and then rest. Chase was surprised she didn’t wake every time. Watching the monitors beep and do their thing let him know the time was passing.
What was he supposed to do without her?
Chapter Fifteen
“We’ve got to take your wife down to the delivery. If we don’t she could die.” Chase heard the words and stared at Lawrence.
His best friend looked pale.
“What do you mean?”
“There are complications. Emily, could go into shock or many other factors. One of you will need to be in the delivery room when we perform the C-Section.” The doctor looked between the two men.
His worst nightmare was coming true. “What is the worst that can happen and don’t lie to me.”
The doctor glanced down at his notes and then stared up at the two men. “We could lose both of them. Her baby is becoming restless and her condition will worsen until she ends up in a coma or dies.”
Chase stared at the man telling him his woman could die. Emily Spencer, the one woman who was destined to be with him. Could die. “I’ll come into the room,” he told the doctor and turned away.
He needed to get ready but he also had to tell his friends. Jackson, Harley and Raven sat together at one end of the sofa while Molly stood by the window. Carl and Edward Jeffrey rose as he entered the room.
They all looked up at him with concern. “She’s going down to have an emergency C-Section. They need to get the baby out of her if she’s going to have any chance of surviving.”
Molly gasped her hand going to her mouth to cover her sobs.
Lawrence placed a hand on his back
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