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“Should we call an ambulance?” Blaze asks. He’s standing behind everyone with fear coating his whole body. He’s always been sensitive, especially towards women.
“It would be quicker to take her,” I say. “Can someone drive? I’ll need to call Dr. Stone on the way.”
Blaze rushes to the door and waits while I grab Bitsy.
“Call us with updates,” Ghost says worriedly.
Nodding, I rush through the door and straight to Blaze’s car.
“You’ll be okay, baby,” I say against her head as I cradle her in the back seat. “I won’t have it any other way.”
While Blazes speeds down the road, I pull out my phone and call Dr. Stone’s emergency number.
***
“What happened?” I ask Dr. Stone as soon as he enters Bitsy’s hospital room. “She was perfectly fine when I tucked her into bed. I wasn’t even gone for ten minutes.”
“It’s common for lung cancer patients to develop something called syndrome of inappropriate antidiuretic hormone,” the doctor says, checking Bitsy’s scans on the monitor. “It can lead to low sodium levels in the blood which ultimately results in seizures. I’m going to put in an order for some blood work to confirm. If they come back normal then we’ll go ahead with an MRI to rule out any brain abnormalities.”
“Brain abnormalities,” I mutter.
Bitsy’s fast asleep but her shaking finally stopped. Blaze says he guesstimates that it lasted for two minutes but it sure as hell felt more like two hours.
“Shouldn’t she have regained consciousness by now?” I ask.
“Not necessarily,” he tells me. “She most likely already has but fell into a deep sleep before you even noticed. As of right now, all of her vitals are normal. If the blood work comes back as I suspect, I can easily give her an IV treatment and a new prescription that should prevent another seizure.”
He tells me that the nurse will be in to take Bitsy to her scans in about thirty minutes, so I take the time to call Ghost.
“How is she?” he answers.
“Her doctor thinks it’s something to do with low sodium levels,” I say. “She’s resting now. They’re going to come and do some tests though and hopefully I can take her out of here in the morning.”
“Good,” he sighs. “We’re all up and worried sick.”
“How’s Venom?” I ask.
Based on what I heard while rushing to Bitsy, Doc was forcing his way tofront.When that happens, Venom usually has one hell of a migraine after.
“He’s in pain,” Ghost confirms. “But he’s refusing to take anything that would make him drowsy until we heard the news of your woman.”
“Well, tell him that she’s fine and to take his meds or he’ll feel like shit tomorrow.”
“Will do. Don’t forget to call her parents.”
“That’s what I’m doing next,” I admit. “I hate to wake them up in the middle of the night but I know Cap would be pissed if I didn’t.”
When the call ends, drowsiness like no other hits me. I would never tell Bitsy, but I’m emotionally exhausted. Seeing her in constant pain and agony kills me. I try every single second to hide those feelings so she doesn’t notice, but I think I’ve hit my limit. Knowing that I need to take a second to collect myself I kiss her on the forehead and leave the room.
“Where can I get some coffee?” I ask the first staff member I pass.
“Just on the other side of the nurses station,” he tells me, pointing me in the direction.
Mumbling my thanks, I head that way. I need to drink a whole pot before I can deal with Bitsy’s dad. It’s going to take quick thinking to prevent him from leaving his house and coming straight here.
After downing a very hot cup of black coffee, I make two more and head back to the room just in time to see the nurse taking Bitsy out.
“We’re just going to radiology for her scan,” she tells me. “Dr. Stone decided to have it done first because the results come back quicker. I’ll have her right back.”