"The baby?"
"As far as I can tell, unharmed. But she needs to see an OB-GYN. Someone who specializes in high-risk pregnancies." He pauses. "The trauma, the stress, the physical assault—all of it puts her at risk for complications."
High-risk.
Of course it is. Nothing can ever be fucking simple.
"When will she wake up?"
"I gave her a mild sedative to help her rest, but it should wear off within the next hour or so." Dr. Reeves sets down his tablet. "She'll need time to process everything. The attack. The pregnancy. She's been through significant trauma."
"She'll process it at my penthouse."
His eyebrows rise slightly. "Mr. Nero, I'm not sure we should move her."
"Is she in danger?" My mind flashes to the blood. The way it had soaked his jeans, and she's grabbed me, digging her nails in my arms as the pain wracked her body.
Now that I know about her delicate situation, I feel a bit of fear in my gut at the thought of her being in harm again.
The doctor sighs. "Pregnant women are more vulnerable, but I believe the bleeding was a subchorionic hematoma."
"Is the child in danger if she's moved?"
He looks hesitant. "No more than normal."
"Great."
"But I must caution?—"
"I'm not asking for your opinion on where she recovers." My voice drops to ice. "I'm telling you she's coming with me."
He has the good sense not to argue. "She'll need follow-up care. Rest. No stress."
I almost laugh. No stress. Fat fucking chance.
"Arrange the OB-GYN," I say. "Someone discreet. Someone who understands the need for privacy."
"I know someone. Dr. Tracy Mann. She's handled sensitive cases before."
I pause. "Not Mann. Someone else." Dr. Mann is basically my mother's puppet, and I don't trust her. At all.
Dr. Reeves blinks but doesn't question it. "Dr. Patricia Kristopher, then. Excellent reputation. Very discreet."
"Fine. Set it up for tomorrow."
"She really should rest for at least?—"
"Tomorrow." I don't raise my voice. I don't need to.
He nods. "I'll make the arrangements to ensure that her movement is as seamless as possible."
My phone buzzes. I pull it out, already knowing who it is before I look at the screen.
A message from Leo.Bianca wants you at the mansion. Now.
I close my eyes briefly and glance back at Sera. Reeves told her. I know he did, and I can't fault him for it. After all, he answers to her, not me. Still, I was hoping to get in front of this.
I'm busy.
