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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 shirt

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

comforted, but I’m

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

just has to

Cora then, watching as Hank pulls on latex gloves and then begins to peel back her clothing so

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

into the room, ready to spring into action. Hank gives them quick demands

glancing to me.

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

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

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

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

shaking my head, “she’s

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

human humans can’t

him come to

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

father.”

confused – “That’s

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

his blood

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

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

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

away, hiding behind

I say, shaking my head, “um, not long? Maybe – maybe a week after her missed period?” I

know?”

he turns to me again,

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

into a daze as

says, folding his arms, “then

I don’t know, Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either way,” he says, “the

But her

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

guy, I step away, moving to