Jax slumped back down. “No meds. Tell them I don’t want any narcotics.”
“You tell the doctor.”
They whisked him after Kenna, which was the only reason he allowed it. Not because he didn’t know if he’d have been able to walk. Inside the automatic doors, where the sounds of a hospital surrounded him on all sides, he kept his focus on her but felt as if she was slipping away again.
“Go faster,” Jax said. “I’m not leaving her.”
“You need to be seen by a doctor,” the guy said. “And so does she. That won’t happen if you object every second.”
“I’ll take the bay next to hers.”
He wheeled Jax through the opening in the curtain. Soon as they stopped, Jax jumped up and went to Kenna, pulling back the curtain between their bays so he could see her. The nurse looked over.
“I’ll stay out of the way,” Jax promised. “I won’t interfere. I just want to see her.”
The nurse looked at the doctor.
He pulled the stethoscope from his ears, winding it around his neck. “She needs warming blankets. I want a heart rate.”
The nurses tugged off her coat, leaving her in a thin white T-shirt and the same scrubs pants as him.
Jax said, “She’s pregnant.”
The doctor barely glanced at him. “Are you the father?”
“Yes.”
“How far along is she?”
Jax’s skin tingled. “I don’t know exactly. She was kidnapped, and I just got her back. A few months?”
The doctor frowned. “Stay back. Let us work.” He turned to the nurse. “Get an ultrasound machine.”
The nurse raced away.
“I don’t know what they did to her.” He swallowed. “Or what they gave her.” Tears rolled down his face.
“Sir?” the orderly who had pushed him in the wheelchair led Jax back to the bed. “I’ll leave the curtain open so you can see, but we need to let them treat her.”
The doctor said a bunch of stuff Jax didn’t know to the nurse beside Kenna’s bed, but he understood “tox screen.”Good. After all, they had no idea what Buzard put in her system.
“They should do that for me, too.” Jax shivered. “I don’t know what he gave me, but he said it was crazy addictive.”
“There will be a doctor in here soon.”
Jax nodded, his skin starting to prickle and itch.
“Jax!”
He reluctantly turned from watching them warm Kenna, hooking her up to monitors and an IV of saline, and spotted Ramon coming toward him. The guy had his arm in a sling. “You got out?”
Ramon nodded. “Amara had a couple of guys bring me in. But I had to wait thirty-six hours before we could move, and they cauterized my wound so I didn’t bleed out.”
Jax winced. “Ouch.” He looked back at Kenna.
“They took me to the mainland and called me a rideshare.” Ramon shifted to stand beside him. “Is she okay?”
“She’s going to be.”