Page 30 of A Little Secret
“Have you called an ambulance?”
I shake my head until I remember he can’t see me. “N-no.”
“Four minutes?” he questions.
“Y-yeah. Four and a half?—”
“Call an ambulance. We’ll meet you at the hospital.”
I hang up the phone without saying goodbye and dial nine-one-one.
As it rings, I look down at Finley. Her eyes are rolled back, only the whites are visible, and her long dark hair is a web of black across her face. The imagery shakes me to my core, and I blink back the tears in my eyes.
Fuck!
Please let her be okay.
I hadto lie to the paramedics about my relationship with Fin so they would let me ride with her in the ambulance. Not that I cared about technicalities. We might not be seeing each other romantically, but I do love her, and seeing her like that? Shit. She seized for over six minutes. Longest damn minutes of my life. She’s asleep now. Resting my elbows on my knees, I lace my fingers together and stare at the white tile, waiting for the doctor to arrive. They already took her blood. Now, they’re letting her rest. Uncle Mack and Aunt Kate should be here any minute. We’ve been texting back and forth since the ambulance.
“Knock, knock,” someone calls, and a man in a white lab coat appears. “Hey, I’m Dr. Nordick.”
“I’m Griffin. Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” He glances at the hospital bed. “How’s our patient doing?”
I follow his gaze, taking in the sleeping girl with cords strapped to her chest. “You tell me.”
“Well, the tests all look good. I’d love to do a quick ultrasound to make sure the baby’s okay, though.”
Buzzing hits my ears, and I tear my focus from Finley to the doctor again. “What?”
“I said, the tests look good, and Finley’s hormones look like they’re where they need to be, as well, but I’d love to do a quick ultrasound to make sure the baby’s okay. Congratulations, by the way. You must be excited.”
“Yeah. Yeah, uh, I?—”
“She didn’t tell you yet?” Dr. Nordick questions.
I shake my head. “Uh, no.”
“I apologize,” he rushes out. “I assumed?—”
“No worries. I’m, uh, I’m really excited.” I clear my throat, wipe my sweaty palms against my jeans, and stand up. “Let me just…can you give me a minute so I can wake her up for the ultrasound?”
“Yes, of course. Also, I think her seizure was most likely triggered by her rapidly changing hormones. Once she's awake, I'd like to get her permission to consult with her neurologist regarding any medication adjustments.”
“Whatever Finley thinks.”
He nods. “Perfect. We’ll be back in a few minutes with the ultrasound machine.”
I force a smile, then turn to Finley and scrub my hand over my face.
What. The actual. Fuck?
She’s pregnant? How could she be—why would she—fuck!
My mind races, my thoughts blurring together, one after another, until it’s almost impossible to form a singlecoherent thought without it getting swept away by the next. Pregnant? How far along is she? Does she know? Is that why she’s staying with the dipshit? Does he know? Does her family? Shit, when Everett finds out, he’s gonna kill Drew. Fuck, I might do it myself.
I glance at Finley’s still body again. The steady rise and fall of her chest. Her stomach. The urge to press my hand against it hits out of nowhere, and I squeeze my hands into fists, caught between awe and disappointment. I just can’t figure out why.