All the saline they gave me is now just rushing out of my face.
“Just let it out, sweetheart.”
This time, he doesn’t tell me it’s going to be okay. He doesn’t lie to me. Because right now, nothing feels alright.
“Maybe that’s why you weren’t feeling so great,” Ethan says, and I sniffle. I hadn’t had any other symptoms. I mean, my heat was about a month, month and a half ago? Right?
“What are we going to do?” I ask Ethan.
“I’m going to be with you no matter what, Sloane. I’m not going anywhere,” he says, throwing the same words back at me I did to him. “I’m not going anywhere,” he repeats.
I believe him, and I take a few deep breaths. I might not know how to take care of myself right now, but there’s something bigger than me that I have to take care of. Even though I want to break down, I can’t. I need to make sure my baby is okay.
Right now, I have to be strong, even if all I want to do is fall apart.
There’s a knock on the door, and Ethan tells them to come in. A woman in scrubs is pushing a machine and gives me a sympathetic smile.
“I’m assuming as an Omega you’ve had one of these before,” she says, holding up the wand, and I nod my head. “It can be really hard to tell this early, but we should be able to check andmake sure everything is okay. Your blood levels are indicative of a viable pregnancy,” she says.
Ethan climbs off my bed but holds my hand as she lubes up the wand and places it inside of me. She’s searching around, and when she smiles, the smallest bit of relief escapes me.
“There they are. Let’s see if we can get a heartbeat. It’s still early.”
She angles the wand, and it’s so nearly faint I think I’m imaging it. But there it is, my baby’s heartbeat.
I decide from that moment on, no matter what happened to Bram or Max, I have something to live for.
CHAPTER 36
Iblink my eyes open as warmth flows through me. To my right, there’s a warmer full of saline, and warming blankets are wrapped around my body.
When I look to my left, I see my crying mother and my extremely worried brother.
“Looks like the tables have turned,” I rasp. “Where’s everyone? Are they okay? Did I save him?” I ask.
My mom brushes her hand through my hair.
“Sloane and Ethan were taken to a different hospital. They are keeping them overnight.”
“Bram?” I ask, emotion clogging in my throat.
I promised Sloane and Ethan; I told her I would get him out, and I did. But he was unconscious the whole time.
“He’s in the ICU, but it looks like he’s going to be okay. They couldn’t tell us much because we aren’t family. They told Coach Applegate who updated us.”
I sigh and rest my head on the back of the hospital bed, relief filling me. I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself if Bram wasn’t okay.
The accident wasn’t my fault, I’m fully aware of that. But the only reason Ethan got Sloane out was because of my promise.
“You're sure?”
“We’ll keep you updated as soon as we know more. Sloane and Ethan are going to come here tomorrow after they get released. You need your sleep,” my mom says. “I’d also really fucking appreciate it if you two would stop ending up in the fucking hospital.”
I crack a smile. There’s the mom that I know.
“I’m glad you’re okay. The whole team is worried about all of you,” Owen says.
“Gagnon gets to shine once more,” I say, my eyes closing.
