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

her shirt and

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

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

as I watch him cry – but I resist, knowing that –

has to wait

watching as Hank pulls on

see the wound. I see him take a deep breath at first and then

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

glancing to me.

not fatal, Ella,” he says, turning

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

my sister – her eyes closed as she

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

my head, “she’s

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

for she’s human

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

I’m at his side at an instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his

“Roger father.” Roger is

at me, confused

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

his blood –

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

away from me, barking something out to the nurses about

how far along she is?” he

hiding behind his professional identity

Maybe – maybe

know?”

nods, satisfied. “With a wolf pregnancy…” but then he turns to me again, confused,

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

into a daze as the nurses

“then it would be long enough, now, to detect a

turns to me. “Either way,” he says,

But

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

not a very huggy kind of guy, I step away, moving to a