Music of the Soul

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up, Jake,” Perry, our bus driver
    said. I slowed my fast pace as he jogged up to catch me. “Figured I better come with ya since Jody
    locked her in.”
    I was glad Perry didn’t give me any shit about starting out without a body guard. As I eyed the
    bus in the distance, I was surprised to see there weren’t any lights on. A feeling of dread entered the
    pit of my stomach, and I couldn’t help breaking into a run. When I reached the bus, Perry was right at
    my side. Once he unlocked the door, I pounded up the stairs. As I gazed wildly around the living area,
    my instincts had been spot-on because something didn’t feel right. “Abby?” I called.
    When she didn’t answer, I started down the aisle. My shoe hit something firm in the middle of
    the aisle floor. I jerked my gaze down, and my world to shudder to a stop. Abby lay crumpled in a
    heap. I dropped to my knees at her side. “Abby?” After I pulled her into my arms, I patted her face
    several times, but she didn’t open her eyes.
    “Call 911!” I shouted at Perry.
    He ripped his phone out his pocket and was dialing within an instant. My wild gaze took in
    Abby’s unconscious form. At the sight of the blood on her thighs, my heart shuddered to a stop. “Oh,
    God. No.” I rubbed Abby’s arms and gently shook her shoulders. “Angel, please wake up. Please…
    don’t leave me.”
    The piercing wail of the on-site ambulance filled my ears as did the glaring red and white lights.
    The next few seconds seemed to crawl by in a painful haze. As I cradled Abby in my arms, loud
    voices came from the front of the bus. The paramedics shoved me to the side as they started working
    on Abby. I barely felt Perry lifting me up and pulling me out of the bus. He dragged me down the
    stairs to where my bandmates stood.
    “What’s happened?” Brayden demanded.
    “I dunno,” I murmured absently, staring at the pavement.
    Perry, whose arm around me was probably the only reason why I was still standing, spoke up.
    “She was unconscious on the floor when we got there. There was…blood.”
    A feminine gasp caused met to raise my head. Mia stood beside AJ with Bella on her hip. “You
    need to tell them that she’s been experiencing lower abdominal pain, right flank, the last few days.”
    “Could it be her appendix?” Rhys questioned.
    Mia shook her head. “Not if she’s hemorrhaging. It sounds like something reproductive like a…”
    Her eyes widened, and she pinched her lips shut.
    “Like a what?” I demanded.
    “A miscarriage,” she replied in a whisper.
    I sagged against Perry. How could Abby be pregnant? She was on the pill, and most mornings, I
    saw her take it. “No method is one hundred percent,” Mia said softly, as if she were reading my mind.
    It was then the paramedics brought the stretcher down the bus steps, which was no easy feat.
    Even in the dim lights from the arena, Abby’s face appeared ghostly pale. Without a thought, I raced
    to her side. “Is she…” My voice choked off. I couldn’t even form the words I feared so much.
    “No sir. She’s stable. Her vitals are strong, but we need to get her to the hospital for some scans
    to see what’s causing the bleeding.”
    “Can I ride along with you?”
    “Sure,” the paramedic replied.
    His partner hurried to the cab of the ambulance and cranked up. I glanced back at the others. “Go
    on. We’ll be right behind you,” AJ said, and Brayden and Rhys nodded.
    “Thanks,” I murmured, before trailing behind Abby’s stretcher. Once she was loaded inside, I
    hopped in and slid across the bench to sit beside her. I grabbed her hand, the one with her glittering
    diamond engagement ring and platinum wedding band, and squeezed it in mine. “I’m right here,
    Angel. I’m not going anywhere.”
    For the first time, I noticed she had a reaction, even though it was just her forehead crinkling.
    When he pressed on Abby’s stomach, she shrieked and tried to turn away. “Stop it! You’re

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