#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

Hank’s head snaps up, as

I help her up onto an examination table where she lays on her belly. Hank hisses when he sees the amount of blood

at my son. He’s fussing unhappily, wanting to be held and comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to

to Cora then, watching as Hank pulls on latex gloves and then begins to peel back her clothing so that he can see the wound. I see him take a

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

fatal, Ella,” he says, turning back to his work. “I mean, it’s critical – we have to do some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and the

– her eyes closed as she lays on the table, faintly breathing – and the

can almost see the thoughts passing through

to her as I see him come to the logical conclusion, the same one Cora did

side at an instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his attention back to me as

me, confused – “That’s impossible,

say, holding his gaze. “But Roger sensed it the baby, it’s his

takes another deep breath and roughly scrapes his palm down over his face, putting the thoughts together. Then he turns away

along she is?” he asks, stern, and I see him tucking his

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

then he turns to me

don’t know. Hank sighs and stares at her, at my sister

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 the

his head.

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