“Those shakes were foryou,” Ellie said weakly, her frantic gaze flicking between Hendrix and Gary.
By the time the medic was done checking her over, the ambulance had arrived, getting a report from the medic andloading her onto a gurney. Meadow stirred, coming to ever so slightly, but she seemed sluggish.
“We’re taking her to Nashville General,” one of the paramedics told us. “One of you can come in the ambulance, if you want. The others will have to meet us there.”
“I’ll go with her.” Hendrix took Meadow’s hand, kissing her knuckles.
As much as I wanted to be the one to go with her, Hendrix was her bond mate, and we’d all be there soon. We all wanted what was best for Meadow and the baby.
Dear lord, please let the baby be okay.
“I’ll follow you in one of the roadies’ cars,” Clover said.
“You’re coming with us. We’ll be following in one of the SUVs,” I said, and I saw her nod out of the corner of my eye.
Gary had no problem voicing his disagreement, though. “You can’t justleave. You’re in the middle of a concert! Ellie can go with her.”
There was no way in hell we were going to let that happen.
“Not happening,” Phin snapped.
“If you so much as put that woman in the same vehicle as Meadow, she’s the one who will be needing an ambulance!” Clover snarled, shooting daggers at our belligerent manager.
Gary made the mistake of stepping in Hendrix’s path as he started following the paramedics. “I can’t let you go!”
“Move. Or I will fucking move you,” Hendrix snarled as Meadow whimpered.
“I don’t feel good.” She whined softly, closing her eyes.
“Your guys are going to take you to the hospital, babe,” Clover assured her in a calm voice.
“Gary—” Beckett’s voice was deadly. “—cancel the fucking show, and if you don’t get out of our way right now, you’re going to need the hospital too.”
Gary’s eyes widened. It was clear as day we weren’t fucking around. We didn’t know if what Meadow was experiencing was merely exhaustion or something more severe, but every second that Gary and Ellie stopped us from leaving was just another second I wanted to beat the ever-loving shit out of the both of them.
Looking like he was sucking a lemon, Gary stood aside. “You’re fucking paying for this.”
“We have insurance,” I growled.
At least, I thought we did. I didn’t care if Gary wanted to charge us the cost of the entire fucking event—we had money.
Nothing was more important than caring for our omega.
“I’ve got the keys to the SUV,” Beckett said as we went out into the cool night air, completely ignoring Gary rambling behind us.
Would I really get in that much trouble if I give him one good, hard punch to the nose?
Hendrix and Meadow disappeared into the ambulance, rushing away to the hospital while the rest of us piled into the SUV to follow. Beckett slid into the driver’s seat, and the moment the doors were closed, he peeled out of the parking lot.
I knew pregnancy was an insane process, but something about this felt deeply wrong.
Chapter 39
Beckett
“Can you tell me what your omega has taken?” The nurse who had taken all our information when we came in asked, standing in front of me with a disapproving look.
“W-what?” I stammered.