Promise Me Forever by Cyndi Raye Page A
Authors: Cyndi Raye
Tags: Literary, Romance, Contemporary, Saga, series, Short-Story, new adult, Women's Fiction, love, Relationships, doctor, dating, marraige, hospital, falling in love, independant female lead, singlehood
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the officers walked over to question the group. Abby handed him the diamonds then gripped her stomach. “I’m not sure where they belong, but they are stolen.”
“Abby you okay?” Jon asked, concerned. He noticed she held on to her stomach a few times while they waited for the police to show up.
She nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I’m afraid in the scuffle when he was trying to get the diamonds from me, he may have kicked me or hit me in the stomach a few times. I keep getting these nasty cramps. They come and go.”
Jon reached out and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Hey. I’m sorry he hurt you. I’m not sure fighting him like that was a good idea.” Jon tried to control his anger when he saw the man jerking her around. It was all he could do not to pound the guy in to the ground. He stopped because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to. Abby cringed and grabbed her stomach. He noticed the drops of sweat at her temple.
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid it hurts bad.”
Jon didn’t hesitate but picked her up in his arms and took her to the car. “I need a direct line to the ER,” he told the cruiser blocking the car. “She may be hurt.” Jon put her in the front seat and jumped behind the wheel. The back up cruiser put on its lights and siren and led them out of the parking lot toward the highway. It wasn’t too far to the Fisherman’s Hospital but if she took a blow to the stomach she could have internal injuries.
“Ugh!” Abby cried. “Oh Jon, I feel something wet.”
“Don’t panic baby. I’ll take care of you.” He turned on the interior light and checked her face. She was pale and frightened, her eyes wide, filled with liquid that pooled there. He began to assess her from head to toe and then he noticed the spot between her legs. A large patch of blood soaked through her shorts.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Chapter 9
Jon paced back and forth, back and forth, again and again. He knew there was not much to worry about and she would be fine in the hands of the physicians here but a fear so deep in his gut drove him on.
“Doctor Hatfield, you’ll wear a hole in the floor.” One of the nurse’s stood in the doorway of the waiting room. It was small and cozy, with a few seats and a sofa covered in cushions. A glass coffee pot sat in one corner, the smell stagnate after being left on the burner for so long. She walked over and flipped the switch. As she picked it up to empty the pot, she smiled at him. “She’ll be fine, she’s in good hands.”
A trickle of sweat slid down Jon’s temple. He nodded but didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Not even his own brother. There was never a time when he couldn’t call Jake. But today he couldn’t because the fear of what he had to do overwhelmed his soul.
He sat down in front of the window and pushed his clenched fists in to his eye sockets. A baby! She was going to have their baby! She doesn’t even know what happened, and he has to be the one to tell her. How was he going to tell her?
He went over the last few hours again and again. When the cop cruiser pulled up to the ER, Jon was right behind him. By the time he got her to the door, Abby passed out in his arms. She woke up from time to time as they took her to get an exam and ultrasound. Jon stayed right by her side the whole time. He knew in his gut what happened when he saw the blood. After the ultrasound, they rushed her in to surgery for a dilation and curettage procedure to remove the rest of the fetus left in her uterus.
She didn’t ask what was going on and he made the staff promise not to tell her, to let him be the bearer of bad news. She wanted a baby so bad. He realized in his heart, he did too. Jon got up and paced again. As a doctor he knew to be point blank and tell the truth. Patients expected him to be honest, but he wanted to lie to her and tell her it was internal bleeding.
Would his conscience let
“Abby you okay?” Jon asked, concerned. He noticed she held on to her stomach a few times while they waited for the police to show up.
She nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I’m afraid in the scuffle when he was trying to get the diamonds from me, he may have kicked me or hit me in the stomach a few times. I keep getting these nasty cramps. They come and go.”
Jon reached out and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Hey. I’m sorry he hurt you. I’m not sure fighting him like that was a good idea.” Jon tried to control his anger when he saw the man jerking her around. It was all he could do not to pound the guy in to the ground. He stopped because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to. Abby cringed and grabbed her stomach. He noticed the drops of sweat at her temple.
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid it hurts bad.”
Jon didn’t hesitate but picked her up in his arms and took her to the car. “I need a direct line to the ER,” he told the cruiser blocking the car. “She may be hurt.” Jon put her in the front seat and jumped behind the wheel. The back up cruiser put on its lights and siren and led them out of the parking lot toward the highway. It wasn’t too far to the Fisherman’s Hospital but if she took a blow to the stomach she could have internal injuries.
“Ugh!” Abby cried. “Oh Jon, I feel something wet.”
“Don’t panic baby. I’ll take care of you.” He turned on the interior light and checked her face. She was pale and frightened, her eyes wide, filled with liquid that pooled there. He began to assess her from head to toe and then he noticed the spot between her legs. A large patch of blood soaked through her shorts.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Chapter 9
Jon paced back and forth, back and forth, again and again. He knew there was not much to worry about and she would be fine in the hands of the physicians here but a fear so deep in his gut drove him on.
“Doctor Hatfield, you’ll wear a hole in the floor.” One of the nurse’s stood in the doorway of the waiting room. It was small and cozy, with a few seats and a sofa covered in cushions. A glass coffee pot sat in one corner, the smell stagnate after being left on the burner for so long. She walked over and flipped the switch. As she picked it up to empty the pot, she smiled at him. “She’ll be fine, she’s in good hands.”
A trickle of sweat slid down Jon’s temple. He nodded but didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Not even his own brother. There was never a time when he couldn’t call Jake. But today he couldn’t because the fear of what he had to do overwhelmed his soul.
He sat down in front of the window and pushed his clenched fists in to his eye sockets. A baby! She was going to have their baby! She doesn’t even know what happened, and he has to be the one to tell her. How was he going to tell her?
He went over the last few hours again and again. When the cop cruiser pulled up to the ER, Jon was right behind him. By the time he got her to the door, Abby passed out in his arms. She woke up from time to time as they took her to get an exam and ultrasound. Jon stayed right by her side the whole time. He knew in his gut what happened when he saw the blood. After the ultrasound, they rushed her in to surgery for a dilation and curettage procedure to remove the rest of the fetus left in her uterus.
She didn’t ask what was going on and he made the staff promise not to tell her, to let him be the bearer of bad news. She wanted a baby so bad. He realized in his heart, he did too. Jon got up and paced again. As a doctor he knew to be point blank and tell the truth. Patients expected him to be honest, but he wanted to lie to her and tell her it was internal bleeding.
Would his conscience let
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