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

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

comforted, but I’m so, so grateful

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

has

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

at first and then slowly breathe it out as he quickly begins

to Cora as nurses come into the room, ready to

glancing to me.

right,” Hank calmly informs me. “It’s not it’s not fatal, Ella,” he

relatively shallow stab, and

sister – her eyes closed as she lays on the table,

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

shaking my head, “she’s – she’s

perfectly still and pale as he takes in my words, and

human humans can’t get pregnant by a

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

an instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say

“Roger father.”

me, confused – “That’s impossible,

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

baby, it’s his blood –

scrapes his palm down over his face, putting the thoughts together. Then

out to the nurses about getting an ultrasound

you know how far along she is?” he asks, stern, and I see

behind

my head, “um, not long? Maybe – maybe a week after

know?”

a wolf pregnancy…” but then he turns to me again, confused, “wait, is it

just shrug and shake my head – honestly, we don’t know. Hank sighs and

a daze as the nurses

folding his arms, “then it would be long enough, now, to detect a heartbeat. But

know, Ella.” Then he turns to me.

But

taking one hand from Rafe’s carrier to quickly wrap an arm around Hank’s

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