Page 13 of The Baby Twist
“Jenna. You fell, and you said you’re pregnant. You’re going to the hospital.”
“Fine. Russell will put me in a cab. You go back up to your project.”
“No. I’m going with you. Just stay here. I’ll be right back.”
“Like I can go anywhere.” I rolled my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Miss Larson,” Russell spoke sympathetically.
“Thank you, Russell. You’re a good man. Unlike some.”
While Lucas was gone, his driver, Thaddeus, walked into the building.
“Miss Larson, I’m here to help you to the car. It’s best that I carry you.”
“Yeah. No, Thaddeus. I’m humiliated enough. Bend down.” I gestured with my hand.
He did as I asked, and I hooked my arm around him. As he helped me up, I made sure not to put any weight on my foot at all. The pain was unbearable.
“Okay. Let’s go,” Lucas said as he tried to wrap his arm around my waist from the other side.
“Don’t touch me!” I pushed him away.
“It’s okay, sir. I’ve got her,” Thaddeus spoke.
He helped me into the car, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to burst into tears. I was so angry and scared, and not because of my foot. I could have cared less about that. I was scared for the baby. What if it got hurt when I fell? The most horrific scenes were playing in my mind.
“Are you?—”
“Don’t talk to me, Lucas.” I put my hand up.
He let out a long sigh and turned his head to look out the window.
When we reached the entrance to the Emergency Room, Lucas climbed out and grabbed a wheelchair while Thaddeus helped me out of the car and into it. Lucas wheeled me inside, where a security guard immediately stopped us.
“How can we help you?” he asked.
“She fell, and it looks like she may have broken her foot,” Lucas said. “She’s also pregnant.”
“Follow me.”
We followed him to the desk, where a nurse who was about my age quickly took down my information.
“You say you’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“How far along are you?” she asked.
“About seven weeks now.”
“Okay. Let’s get you back into a room and make sure the baby is okay. Are you the baby’s father?” She looked at Lucas, and he hesitated to answer.
“He’s having a hard time accepting it,” I told the nurse, and she shot him a look.
“If you don’t want him back there, we’ll make him stay in the waiting room.”
“I’m going back with you, Jenna. If you want to cause a scene, I’m ready.”
