“I got into a fight with Ryder. She tried to stop us. She fell. She’s hurt. She won’t wake. Please. I need you.”
“I’m coming. I’ll meet you there,” he said.
“Thank you,” I rasped.
He swore softly before he disconnected the call. I’d have asked for E, but he had Riot, and I didn’t want to scare our son.
I held Rosalie tighter and caught Ryder’s eye in the rearview mirror.
“If she’s hurt… if she loses the baby, I’ll fucking kill you,” Ryder said.
“You won’t have to worry about it,” I answered, my voice shaking. “I’ll do it for you.”
We didn’t speak to one another the rest of the way to the hospital. I simply kept trying to wake Rosalie. When we got to the emergency room, I was out of the car before Ryder could help me out.
“Dr. Scott!” Brenda, one of the older nurses, called out.
“I need help,” I shouted. “My girlfriend. Please.”
Immediately, the staff surged toward me. I was able to get Rosalie on a stretcher before we rushed her back to a room.
“What happened?” Gage asked as we trotted along the stretcher.
“S-She fell,” I said thickly. “In the kitchen. She hit her head. She’s pregnant.”
“OK,” Gage said tightly as we went into one of the trauma rooms. I helped get a line on her, as they sent word to CT that we’d need them.
“Vitals ninety-two over fifty-six,” Brenda called out. “Respirations twelve. O2 ninety-eight. Heart rate is ninety-nine.”
I breathed out, grateful for the numbers. The blood pressure wasn’t great, but since it seemed she passed out, that was expected. Plus, I already suspected dehydration.
“Cole,” Rosalie called out, my name thick.
Fuck, she’s awake. Thank god. Fuck, thank god.
“Baby,” I said, staring down at her as Gage checked her pupils.
“We need something for the bleeding. Looks like she’s going to need stitches,” he said.
“Talk to me,” I commanded softly. “Keep your eyes open.”
“My head… hurts. I don’t feel good.”
“I know, baby. It’s OK. We’re getting checked. You’re safe. You’re safe.” I repeated it, really hoping it was true.
“CT is ready,” Linda called out.
Gage looked at me. “Ready?”
I nodded, and Rosalie was wheeled from the room, me in tow.
There was no way I’d leave her side. I had to fix this.
50
ENZO
Ipaced the waiting room as Ryder spoke in a hurried whisper on the phone. I knew he was talking to Evan and the guys.
