Page 147 of My Damaged Protector

His blood is, though. And there's so much of it.

I don't know when the sound escapes my mouth. All I know is I suddenly go from trying to check if he's in his car to jumping around the street, screaming like a mad woman.

Maybe I am mad. With fear.

People gather around, some close to me, others by the edge of the road, staring at me. I don't care. I don't mind. All I do is ask anyone if they know where he's been taken.

Suddenly, a hand lands on my shoulder. I turn to find the owner to be a man. A police officer.

“Where is he?” I demand.

“He's being taken to the hospital. May I ask who you are to him?”

“His everything. I'm his fucking everything, now take me to him before you get bitten by a pregnant woman who just had everything right in her world a few minutes ago only for it to all go to shit again!”

He stares at me like I'm insane, but he doesn't protest. “You can go with us in our car, but it may take a while. We still have to get eye witness reports. Or you can just take a cab to the hospital.”

“Which hospital?”

“Saint Paul's.”

That fucking hospital!

I walk away from the officer without even saying thank you, flag the first cab I see, and hustle into it. I yell at the driver all the way to the hospital. Surprisingly, he doesn't say a word back to me. Just looks at me in pity as I pay him his fare.

“Nothing is wrong with him!” I snap at him.

“What?” he asks.

“I said nothing is wrong with him. You're looking at me as if he's dead, and I'm telling you he's fine.”

He gapes at me, takes the money in my hand, and then start his car back up.

“Have a nice day, ma'am.”

“You do the same!” I all but yell and then walk away from him. I rush into the hospital, trying to tell everyone that will listen that they need to let me see him, but no one listens.

They all just look at me like I've lost my mind.

Maybe I have.

It takesa long time before I finally hear anything about him.

A nurse approaches me and informs me that he's currently being attended to, and I will be updated if anything else needs to be done.

She wouldn't say anything else apart from that. So, I remain seated in the reception area, trying not to focus on the fact that I was here just a few hours ago with my child's life on the line.

Now it's Ian's life.

When do I get a break?

My phone starts to ring in my pocket, and it's not until that moment I remember I have it with me. I was shocked when I saw some cash in my pocket to pay for the cab. I left the hotel without any plan for an emergency.

“Please tell me you guys are safe,” I say the moment I pick up the call. It's my aunt.

“Yes, we are.” Her voice comes back more cheerful than mine.

I nod, relief knocking into me. At least I don't have to worry about them anymore. Not that I had to anyway, since Ian handled Peter.

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