Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 370

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

of blood soaking her shirt and

back, holding on to Rafe’s carrier tightly in both of

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

I resist, knowing that – that Hank might need me to help

has to wait

pulls on latex gloves and then

breath at first and then

as nurses come into the room, ready to spring into action. Hank gives them quick

glancing to me.

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

to do some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab,

with worry as I glance between my sister

life. The doctor whose heart she broke

head, “she’s

perfectly still and pale as he takes in my words, and I can almost

human humans

I see him come to the

arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention

“Roger father.”

frowns at me, confused

“We have no explanation,” I say, holding his gaze.

baby, it’s his blood

another deep breath and roughly scrapes his palm down over his

out to the nurses about getting an ultrasound machine

turns back to me. “Do you know how far along she is?” he asks,

behind his professional identity

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

know?”

but then he turns to me again, confused, “wait, is it even a

shake my head – honestly, we don’t know. Hank sighs and stares at her,

a daze as

says, folding his arms, “then it would

Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either way,” he says, “the knife wouldn’t

child. But her blood

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

huggy kind of guy, I step away, moving to a chair

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