Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 370-Dr. Hank

Ella

I stumble through the doors of the clinic with immense difficulty, Cora leaning heavily and moaning on my one side, Rafe’s

carrier bouncing against my other.

People’s eyes go wide when they see us, but they quickly scatter out of our way to make room, shouting for nurses and

doctors to come and help. I hold my breath, my eyes fastened on the clinic’s familiar front counter as I pray to heaven and

back that Hank is here, that he’s on duty tonight.

I exhale a that huge breath in a sob of relief when I see him come, wide-eyed, around the corner, trying to figure out what

the big fuss is about. Hank gasps when he sees us, dropping his clipboard and dashing into the waiting room to get to our

side.

To my immense relief, Hank recovers quickly from his surprise and is, quite suddenly, the calm and efficient surgeon I’ve

come to know and trust.

“What’s wrong,” he snaps as he gets his shoulder under Cora’s other arm. Where is she hurt?”

“Her lower back,” I say, my words coming slowly as I try to get my frantic mind in order. “She was stabbed – we were

attacked, Hank – I’m so sorry – ”

“Enough,” he says harshly, dismissing my apology with a glare as he helps me basically carry Cora into the back, to where

we can help her. “A stab wound?! Why the fuck didn’t you get her to a hospital, Ella!”

“It’s not bad,” Cora mumbles, and Hank’s head snaps up, as if he didn’t really realize that she’s conscious enough to talk.

“Tell me.” he says, guiding us all into the first room. Then, as Cora talks to him in some kind of medical jargon I don’t

understand, Hank and I help her up onto an examination table where she lays on her belly. Hank hisses when he sees the

blood soaking her shirt and her

a step back, holding on to Rafe’s carrier tightly in both of my hands,

unhappily, wanting to be held and comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to

My whole heart breaks as I watch him cry – but I resist, knowing that – that Hank might need me to

just has to wait

eyes back to Cora then, watching as Hank pulls on latex gloves and then begins to

I see him take a deep breath at first and

eyes flick to Cora as nurses come into the room, ready

glancing to me.

me. “It’s not it’s not fatal, Ella,” he says,

some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the knife

I glance between my sister

can save her life. The doctor whose heart she broke

shaking my head, “she’s –

in my words,

Roger she left him for she’s human humans can’t get pregnant by a wolf

back to her as I see him come to the logical

at his side at an instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention back to me

“Roger father.” Roger is

confused – “That’s

my head, willing him to believe me. “We have no explanation,” I say, holding his gaze. “But Roger

his

scrapes his palm down over his face, putting

to the nurses

“Do you know how far along she is?”

behind

shaking my head, “um, not long? Maybe – maybe a week after her missed period?” I

know?”

pregnancy…” but then he turns to me again, confused,

honestly, we don’t know. Hank sighs and stares at her, at my sister who I think

into a daze as the nurses continue to prep

a wolf pregnancy,” Hank says, folding his arms, “then

he turns to me. “Either way,” he says, “the knife

But her blood

shaking his head. “I’ll do everything I can.”“Thank you,” I breathe, taking one hand from Rafe’s carrier to quickly wrap an

Then, knowing Hank’s not a very huggy kind of guy, I step away, moving to a