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

soaking her

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

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

whole heart breaks as I watch him cry – but I resist, knowing that – that

has to

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

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

the room, ready to spring

glancing to me.

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

relatively shallow stab, and the knife missed her major organs –

with worry as I glance between my sister – her eyes closed as she

– and the doctor I know can save her life. The doctor whose heart she broke so

head, “she’s – she’s

he takes in my words, and I can almost see the thoughts

she’s human

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

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

father.” Roger

confused

head, willing him to believe me. “We have no explanation,”

baby, it’s his blood –

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

something out to the nurses about getting

to me. “Do you know how far along she is?” he

hiding behind his professional

not long? Maybe – maybe a week

know?”

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

we don’t know. Hank sighs and

slipped into a daze as the nurses

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

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

child. But her

do everything I can.”“Thank you,” I breathe, taking one

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