#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 – ”

my apology with a glare as he helps me basically carry Cora into the back, to where we can help her. “A stab wound?! Why the fuck didn’t you get

snaps up, as if he didn’t really

says, guiding us all into the first room. Then, as Cora talks to him in some kind of medical jargon I don’t understand, Hank and I help her up onto an

fussing unhappily, wanting to be held and comforted, but I’m so, so grateful to see that he’s essentially unharmed. My whole heart breaks as I watch him cry – but I resist, knowing that – that Hank might need

to peel back her clothing so that he can see the wound. I see him take a deep breath at first and then slowly breathe it out as he quickly begins to

to spring into action. Hank gives

work. “I mean, it’s critical – we have to do some work but it’s a relatively shallow stab, and

on 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 my head, “she’s

as he takes in my words, and I can almost see the thoughts passing through his head Cora, pregnant Roger she left him for she’s human humans can’t get

to her as I see him come to

side at an instant, my hand on his arm. “Hank,” I say again, drawing his

frowns at me, confused – “That’s

no explanation,” I say, holding his gaze. “But Roger sensed it the baby,

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

she is?” he asks, stern, and I see

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

then he turns to me again, confused,

and shake my head – honestly, we don’t know. Hank sighs and stares at her, at my sister

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

again, shaking his head. “I’ll do everything I

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