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

to Rafe’s carrier tightly in both of my hands, finally taking a moment to glance down

comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to

– but I resist, knowing that – that Hank might need me

has to

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

him take a deep breath at first and then slowly breathe it out

come into the room, ready to spring into action. Hank gives

glancing to me.

not fatal, Ella,” he

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

sister – her eyes

doctor I know can save her life. The doctor whose heart she broke so little time ago.

head, “she’s

perfectly still and pale as he takes in my words, and I can almost see the thoughts passing

she left him for she’s human humans can’t

as I see him come to the logical conclusion,

my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention back to

father.” Roger is

at me, confused – “That’s impossible,

me. “We have no explanation,” I

baby, it’s his

and roughly scrapes his palm down over his face, putting

the nurses about

she is?” he asks, stern, and I see him tucking his emotions

behind his

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

know?”

turns to me again, confused, “wait, is it even

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

a daze as the

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

he turns to me. “Either

child. But

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

guy, I step away, moving

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