Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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

on to Rafe’s carrier tightly in both

and comforted, but I’m so, so

I watch him cry – but I resist, knowing that – that Hank might need me to

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 spring into action. Hank gives them quick demands

glancing to me.

it’s not fatal, Ella,” he

we have to do some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the knife missed her major

my sister – her eyes closed as she lays on the

I know can save her life. The doctor whose

shaking my head, “she’s – she’s

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

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

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

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

“Roger father.” Roger

at me, confused – “That’s

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

baby, it’s his blood – ”

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

away from me, barking something out to the nurses about getting an ultrasound machine

is?” he asks,

away, hiding behind his

“um, not long? Maybe – maybe a week

know?”

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

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

slipped into a daze as

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

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

But her blood

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

of guy, I step away, moving to a chair against the