Page 61 of The Baby Twist
“I’m fine, Lindsey.”
“What can I do?” she grabbed hold of my hand.
“Ma’am, you need to step back.”
“Nothing, and don’t you dare tell Lucas either. I mean it!”
“Jenna—”
“I mean it!” I voiced loudly as they loaded me into the ambulance.
Lucas
I tried to concentrate on work, but I couldn’t. Jenna had me so mad and wound up that all I could do was sit and stare out the damn window.
“Mr. Thorne?”
“Didn’t I tell you that I didn’t want to be disturbed?” I shouted at Laurel.
“I know, but there’s been an accident.”
I quickly turned my chair around and stared at her.
“What do you mean? What happened?”
“Lindsey was just on her way to lunch and saw an ambulance around the corner. It’s Jenna, sir.”
“What about Jenna?” I voiced sternly as I jumped up from my chair and grabbed my suit coat.
“She was lying on the cement and had a bad cut on her forehead. The paramedics are taking her to the ER.”
“Which one?” I asked in a panic.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
I ran down the hall and into Lindsey’s office.
“What happened to Jenna?”
“All I know is she was lying on the cement, and her forehead had a huge gash, and it was pouring blood, and the paramedic was trying to stop it, and the other was giving her fluids,” she spoke at a rapid pace.
“Lindsey, BREATHE!” I shouted as I gripped her shoulders. “Which hospital did they take her to?”
“I would assume Mount Sinai. If she asks, I didn’t tell you,” she shouted as I walked out the door. Stopping, I turned around and looked back at her.
“What do you mean?”
“She made me promise not to tell you. She begged me.”
“Of course, she did.” I shook my head.
Jenna
I lay in the hospital bed and watched my baby’s heart rate on the fetal monitor while Matt, the nice man who called 9-1-1, held my hand, and the doctor began to stitch my head.
“You are such a nice person. I appreciate your help.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled.
