“If you want to savethem,” I point out, “then we have to saveherfirst.”
His fist clenches on the armrest. “Fine.”
I don’t let my jubilation show. “Excellent,” I say, turning for the door. He says my name as I’m about to leave, and I turn around.
Those gunmetal eyes are assessing. “It would not be a good idea to become too attached to my daughter, Dr. Morgan.”
Asshole doesn’t even deserve to use the word. I don’t respond, turning and pulling the door shut behind me harder than I probably need to.
Don’t I fucking know it.
Heading back into the omega’s room, I stop Nicole, the nurse I met on my first day, from hooking up another bag of that shit.
“Reduce the dosage down hourly,” I tell her. She shoots a look at the door and back at me.
“He’s approved it. 10 milligrams less per hour.”
I can’t take her off all her meds straight away – the shock to her system could kill her. As it stands, if I can even wake her up, she could still have to go through withdrawal. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Pulling up a chair, I settle in to catch a few hours of sleep. The dark circles under my eyes tell me I’m not getting enough of it.
I wake up some time later, yawning and rubbing sleep from my eyes in the darkened room. The ever-present monitors beep in the background, reassuring me that she’s still here.
Still with me.
Leaning forward, I study her face.
Even in unconsciousness, she looks troubled. Brow furrowed, she shifts, and I check her charts. I’ve slept for a few hours and her dosage has reduced further in that time. It’s a hopeful sign that we’re seeing some movement.
My eyes slide to her swollen stomach and away, shame crawling up my throat. I’m part of the shitty world that did this to her. My mind flits to Emery, and I shake my head, clearing it of bad memories.
Another movement draws my attention back. Standing to check the monitors strapped to her body, I confirm that her vital signs are stable and so are the heart monitors connected to the twins, making a note in the chart.
The crude scent of oil winds around me as Stone enters the room, making my lip curl as he comes to stand next to me.
“Update?”
“She’s stable, for now. Signs of consciousness. Heart rate is steady—"
I bite off my words as the beeping suddenly increases in frequency. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Stone demands.
Ignoring him, I check her pulse, my own starting to race like it’s connected to hers. Her heart rate is increasing rapidly, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest changing to a choppy, ragged pace. A quick check on the babies’ vitals shows they’re still stable, but the omega’s heart rate is rapidly climbing to dangerous levels.
No. I am not losing you.
“Nicole!”
She comes running from the front desk with wide eyes.
“Bring the defibrillator,” I snap. “We might need to restart her heart.”
The omega’s arms start to pull jerkily at the restraints. Pulling a flashlight from my coat pocket, I lift her eyelids to check her response. Her pupils flicker back and forth, dilating against the light.
“Come on, omega,” I snarl.
“Check on the children,” Stone pushes behind me.
