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

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

and comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to see that he’s

watch him cry – but I resist, knowing

just has

Cora then, watching as Hank pulls on latex

breath at first and

to Cora as nurses come into the room, ready to spring into

glancing to me.

calmly informs me. “It’s not it’s not fatal, Ella,” he says, turning back to his work. “I

some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the knife missed her major organs –

sister – her eyes closed as

and the doctor I know can save her life. The doctor whose heart

shaking my head, “she’s

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

him for she’s human humans can’t get pregnant

her as I see him come to the logical conclusion, the same one Cora did

“Hank,” I say again,

“Roger father.”

at me, confused – “That’s impossible,

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

his blood

takes another deep breath and roughly scrapes his palm down over his face, putting

me, barking something out to the nurses about getting an ultrasound machine in here right

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

away, hiding behind his

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

know?”

then he turns to me again,

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

as the nurses continue

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

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

But her blood

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

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