Accidental Surrogate

Sinclair

The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions?

“How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him.

“The same,” I murmur, returning my eyes to my mate’s pallid face. “No changes.”

“What does that mean, doctor?” Cora asks, wringing her hands.

“Well,” the doctor replies, leaning down to study Ella’s face. “I can’t say that I’m encouraged by it. I think that if she were getting better, she would have woken by now.” He moves away from her and over to some of the machines, lifting the tape they’ve been printing for hours to read the report. But,” he murmurs, studying them. “It doesn’t seem like she’s getting any worse.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Cora asks, looking at him with pleading eyes. She, like me, wants to do something, anything.

“Go home,” the doctor says frankly. “Get some rest. There’s nothing you can do for her here. So go home, prepare yourselves.”

“Prepare ourselves?!” Cora gasps, her eyes going wide. “For –”

“For whatever’s next,” the doctor interrupts, meeting her eyes evenly. “It’s not going to do any good to panic. If she survives, she’s going to need you, all of you.” He glances around at the rest of us as he says this. “She’s going to need you to be strong for her, so it doesn’t do any good to stand around her worrying. I would recommend that you go home and let us care for her here.”

Cora nods anxiously, but I can’t help the anger that builds in me.

“I am going nowhere,” I snap, my eyes fixed on the doctor, who comes back to the bedside now.

“I understand,” he replies, meeting my gaze. “But you two,” he says to Cora and Roger, “I don’t recommend that you stay.”

“All right,” Cora murmurs, steeling herself and nodding. Then, she looks to me. “But we’ll be back- tomorrow. And if anything…”

the doctor replies bruskly, heading out of the room without

frowning a little as looks at

like him,” I mumble

“Sinclair,” she says,

her. What

is right – we’re

she’s going to

not…I can’t rest. Not when she

sentence.

nods, seeming to understand. But then she starts, suddenly

me, once, about how you…you meet? In her dreams?” I snap my head, looking towards her. “Can you…” she waves a hand towards Ella’s still form. “Can you do that? Can you meet here there? Maybe…give her

shake my head slowly, grinding my teeth. Why the hell hadn’t I

lean forward to look at her. “I

of hope within me. Could it be possible

Cora begs. “Please,

agree, against my better judgement. If I fall into a

looking at them. “I

and then slip from the room, closing the door behind them. I take a long moment, then, to look at my mate. To lean forward, pressing a kiss to her precious

I

Ella

dream forest. It’s so good to be back here – where the air is cool, and damp, and I have the trees above me and the roots

laughing as I go. “Spin, spin,” I sing, biting my

beyond my vision. But when I turn towards her, she’s gone. Silly pup, where is she of to? I hear her again, and spin towards her,

her, and

hands going to my stomach. “Ohhh, too much spinning.” I giggle again, laughing at myself. Silly girl, making myself sick. I throw myself back on the grass then, enjoying