Page 70 of Piston
“Piston?”
I turn my head and see Henry, and I frown. "What are you doing here, Henry?”
He swallows hard, running a hand through his hair, and says, “Christy took Cooper out of camp, then purposely crashed her car, trying to kill him. Pedestrians saw, and she bolted. Is Nat here? I messaged her.”
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have opened my mouth…” Acid mumbles, and I nod.
Yeah, he jinxed us….
“Henry, Natalie was run off the road, then thrown off Brooklyn Bridge. I had to give her CPR.”
The man collapses on the nearest chair at my cold words, and I drop my head.
Fuck this day.
Half an hour later, Steal rushes into the waiting room, and Acid curses while I drop my head in my hands, not up for this discussion.
He’s going to fucking lose it, and I haven’t got the strength to hold him up.
“Any news?” he asks, and I look up at him and decide to rip the Band-Aid off.
“Cass is working on her,” I say as a matter of fact, and he stumbles back in shock, hearing my words but not understanding them.
His ex, the woman he tore apart in front of the club, accused of trying to trap him, the love of his life, a woman he hasn’t seen in four years after she left without a trace.
He opens his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what, when a figure rushes into the room, and I look up to see Cassidy looking around the room.
She catches sight of Steal, and her jaw tenses, making me wince, but she ignores him and catches my eye before running my way. Henry, sitting up in his seat, also notices her.
Steal looks to his right and steps back again, not believing she’s here after he threatened her not to return, and stutters, “C-Cassidy….”
She ignores him and kneels before me, passing Nat’s cut to Acid who grips it tight before she grabs my linked hands. I tear up, expecting the worst, but I don’t allow the tears to fall.
“Piston…” she whispers.
I sniff hard. “Just tell me, Cass.”
She squeezes my hands. “She has a concussion and internal bleeding. Thankfully, there are no broken bones, which is a miracle, but we do need to remove her spleen. We need to operate….”
I nod. “Then do it, Cass. Save my wife.”
She swallows hard and squeezes my hands tighter. “Piston, Natalie, when we were assessing her, we ran her blood. She’s pregnant….” My eyes widen, my mouth parting in shock, and she continues, “During my residency, I was the doctor on shift when Honey brought her in three years ago. There is a high risk she may miscarry again, especially during surgery.”
I drop my head and croak, “Fuck…”
She squeezes my hands again, and I look at her. “She’s roughly five weeks, and I’ll do everything in my power to save both of them, but Elijah,” I suck in a breath at her use of my given name, “she lost a lot of oxygen; she was revived three times in total. Even if she survives the surgery, even if the baby does, she may never wake, and I need to warn you of that….”
I squeeze my eyes tight before I feel her stand and wrap her arms around my head.
“I’ll do everything I can, I swear it…” she promises, and then kisses my head before she’s gone, and everyone’s silent except for Henry’s sobs.
I lost years without her, and now I could….
Fuck.
She’s pregnant….
I may lose them both.