Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 269

All Just a Dream

Sinclair

The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions?

“How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him.

“The same,” I murmur, returning my eyes to my mate’s pallid face. “No changes.”

“What does that mean, doctor?” Cora asks, wringing her hands.

“Well,” the doctor replies, leaning down to study Ella’s face. “I can’t say that I’m encouraged by it. I think that if she were getting better, she would have woken by now.” He moves away from her and over to some of the machines, lifting the tape they’ve been printing for hours to read the report. But,” he murmurs, studying them. “It doesn’t seem like she’s getting any worse.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Cora asks, looking at him with pleading eyes. She, like me, wants to do something, anything.

“Go home,” the doctor says frankly. “Get some rest. There’s nothing you can do for her here. So go home, prepare yourselves.”

“Prepare ourselves?!” Cora gasps, her eyes going wide. “For –”

“For whatever’s next,” the doctor interrupts, meeting her eyes evenly. “It’s not going to do any good to panic. If she survives, she’s going to need you, all of you.” He glances around at the rest of us as he says this. “She’s going to need you to be strong for her, so it doesn’t do any good to stand around her worrying. I would recommend that you go home and let us care for her here.”

Cora nods anxiously, but I can’t help the anger that builds in me.

“I am going nowhere,” I snap, my eyes fixed on the doctor, who comes back to the bedside now.

“I understand,” he replies, meeting my gaze. “But you two,” he says to Cora and Roger, “I don’t recommend that you stay.”

“All right,” Cora murmurs, steeling herself and nodding. Then, she looks to me. “But we’ll be back- tomorrow. And if anything…”

“We’ll keep you informed,” the doctor replies bruskly, heading out of the room without another look at me. “Leave your number at the nurse’s desk.”

“Abrupt, that one,” Roger says, frowning a little as looks at the empty door through which the doctor just passed.

I mumble begrudgingly.

moves to his side. “Sinclair,” she says, her

at her. What a stupid

Sinclair,” she insists. “The doctor is right – we’re

When she wakes up, she’s going to

my head. “I’m not…I can’t rest. Not

sentence. Can’t even

to understand. But then she

you…” she waves a hand

teeth. Why the hell hadn’t I thought of that? But

the dream, and I don’t know…” I lean forward to look at her. “I don’t even know if she’s dreaming,

feel a sudden flutter of hope within me. Could it be possible

“Please,

my better judgement. If I fall into a sleep…and she’s not dreaming, or I don’t…god damnit, the waste of time. I would never forgive myself if she…if she slipped away

at them.

door behind them. I take a long moment, then, to look at my mate. To lean forward, pressing a kiss to her

trouble,” I murmur to her. “Please, let me

Ella

so good to be back here – where the air is cool, and damp,

I used to love to do as a little girl, laughing

her, she’s gone. Silly pup, where is she of to? I hear her again, and spin towards her, seeing a flash of her rose–gold fur. But then,

stop myself, frowning, looking for her, and

my hands going to my stomach. “Ohhh, too much spinning.” I giggle again, laughing at myself. Silly girl, making myself sick. I throw myself back on the grass then, enjoying the feeling of it against my skin, waiting for the nausea

worsens, making my head pound with

its own avail and I close