“Wait!” Another nurse suddenly flies forward and grabs the anesthesiologist’s hand. “Did you give her general or Ket?”
“What?” The anesthesiologist glances downward. “I was about to administer Ketamine to keep her under.”
“Idiot,” the nurse snaps. “She’s pregnant, are you trying to harm the baby?”
“What?” The anesthesiologist starts flipping through his paperwork.
What?
My hands freeze even as the nurse next to me places the scalpel in my hand. I can’t grip it.
I’m staring hard at the anesthesiologist, waiting for his response, and it doesn’t come quick enough.
“Shit, I didn’t realize,” he says. “Hold on, Xander, let me switch?—”
Pregnant.
Snow is pregnant.
How is this possible?
There’s no way.
She would tell me, right?
Unless she didn’t know.
But if she didn’t know, it wouldn’t be part of her medical records.
Pregnant.
The floor wobbles under my feat and sweat breaks out across my forehead as too many thoughts collide in my head.
Snow is bleeding out right in front of me and all I can think about is the fact that she’s pregnant.
“Okay, we’re good to go,” the anesthesiologist says.
I can’t move.
I’m rooted to the spot even as weakness spreads down my legs and the floor seems to wobble beneath me.
“Xander?” The nurse beside me grows concerned as I still don’t take the scalpel from her.
“Xander!” The anesthesiologist yells and jerks me out of my stunned trance. I blink and my eyes burn.
“Call Fred,” I choke out.
“What?” The nurse next to me removes the scalpel from my open palm and places it down.
“Call Fred. Get him in here. I can’t do this.”
“But doctor?—”
“Get him in here!” I yell, and everyone around me flinches. “Get him in here right now!”
I can’t do this.
I can’t think.
