"Trauma?" the doctor asks Adrian.
"She was attacked. Slammed against a wall. Hit in the face and abdomen." Adrian's voice is clinical now. Detached. "Started bleeding a few minutes after."
The doctor's eyes narrow slightly. "I need to examine her. Alone."
My heart slams against my chest, and I glance at Adrian, eyes wide. I don't want him to leave, and he must sense that.
"No." Adrian's voice is flat. Final.
The doctor's jaw tightens, but he doesn't argue.
He turns to me instead.
"I'm Dr. Reeves. I'm going to examine you now. Check for internal injuries. Can you tell me when your last menstrual period was?"
My last period.
I try to think, but my brain is foggy.
"I don't know." The words come out slurred. "Maybe ten weeks ago. I'm not regular. I'm on the shot…"
"Last time you got it?"
I wrack my brain. "I'm not sure," I admit.
The doctor and Adrian exchange a look.
"I'm going to do an ultrasound instead of an x-ray," Dr. Reeves says carefully. "Check for internal bleeding. Is that alright?"
I nod. I don't have the energy to do anything else.
He helps me lie back. Lifts my ruined shirt. The cold gel makes me flinch.
The ultrasound wand moves over my stomach. Dr. Reeves' eyes are on the screen, his expression neutral.
Then his face changes. Just slightly.
"What?" My voice cracks. "What is it? My mother had cancer. Ovarian. Is it a tumor?"
The doctor inhales. "No," he says quietly. He glances at Adrian, then back to me. "Were you aware you're pregnant?"
The world stops.
Everything stops.
"What?"
"You're pregnant. About ten weeks, based on the fetal development."
Eight weeks.
The gala.
The stranger.
Adrian.
Oh God.
