Page 105 of Rebel Heart
“Okay, we’re going to the hospital.”
We stepped out of the bathroom, and I raced over to grab a pair of my sneakers.
Having slid them on, I snatched up both of our phones, walked over to Jules, lifted her in my arms, and made my way to the car.
The next thing I knew, we were racing to the hospital. The sounds of her pain filled the air. I felt helpless. Useless.
“We’re almost there.”
“Beau, I’m scared,” she cried.
I reached for her hand. “I know. You’re going to be okay, though. I promise you’re going to be okay.”
“But the baby.”
“What? What about the baby?”
She was sobbing. “I… Beau, I think I’m losing the baby.”
I felt the ground fall out beneath me.
No.
No, that couldn’t be happening.
How I didn’t vomit on the spot or crash the car, I didn’t know. I mashed my foot to the gas pedal, not caring if I wound up in a high-speed chase. I could only hope we’d get a police escort to the hospital.
We couldn’t lose this baby.
We wouldn’t survive it.
It felt like an eternity to get to the hospital. I got out, scooped Jules into my arms, and carried her inside. “I need help! Please!”
Medical staff rushed forward with a gurney. “What’s going on, sir?”
I set her down on the bed and held her hand as they began wheeling it through the emergency department. “This is my wife; she’s twenty-three weeks pregnant, and she thinks she’s having a miscarriage.”
“What’s her name?”
“Jules. Jules Easton.”
“Okay, we’re going to do everything we can to help your wife,” one nurse said.
“Excuse me, sir,” another woman said, reaching for my arm.
I glanced back at her, still holding on to my wife’s hand. “What?”
“Come with me so they can help her. I have some forms I need you to fill out.”
“I can’t. I can’t leave her. I can’t leave them.”
The woman squeezed my arm. “Sir, your wife is in good hands, but you need to let them work on her, so they can take care of her and your baby.”
I gave Jules one last look, kissed her hand, and said, “I’ll be right here, Jules.”
A moment later, she was wheeled away, and I was left standing there alone.
“What’s your name, sir?”
