Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 369

#Chapter 369 – 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 – ”

Cora into the back, to where we can help her. “A stab wound?! Why the fuck

bad,” Cora mumbles, and Hank’s head snaps up, as if he didn’t really realize that

of medical jargon I don’t understand, Hank and I help her up onto an examination table where she lays on

to glance down at my son. He’s fussing unhappily, wanting to be held and comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to see that he’s essentially unharmed. My

that he can see the wound. I see him take a

Cora as nurses come into the room, ready to spring into action. Hank gives them quick

mean, it’s critical – we have

the table, faintly breathing – and the doctor I know can save her life. The doctor whose heart she broke so little time ago. “Hank,” I continue, shaking

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

him come

arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention back to me as I shake my

frowns at me, confused – “That’s impossible,

my head, willing him to believe me. “We have no explanation,” I say,

the thoughts together. Then he turns away from me, barking something out to the

is?” he asks, stern, and I

my head, “um, not long? Maybe – maybe a week after her missed

pregnancy…” but then he turns to me again, confused, “wait, is it even

at my

his arms, “then it would be long enough, now, to detect a heartbeat. But if the baby is…human? I don’t know, Ella.” Then he turns to me. “Either way,” he says, “the knife wouldn’t have itself harmed

his head. “I’ll do everything

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