Consolation Prize by Abbie St. Claire

Author:Abbie St. Claire
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Southern Ink Press
Published: 2014-06-28T05:00:00+00:00

Flynn

“How long has she been out?” I asked.

“We don’t know. We found her in the stall, and he was standing over her,” Glenn answered.

“What did the doctors say?”

“They don’t know yet. They’ll let you in to see her shortly. They said they needed to speak with you. I told him you were flying back. I’m sorry, Flynn. I should’ve never left her alone with him. He’d been acting crazy all day, but she was always able to calm him. They were like kindred spirits.” Glenn stood up and ran his hands through his hair.

I wanted to be mad at him, but it wasn’t his fault. Chloe never asked for help.

I paced the ICU waiting room and pushed the buzzer a million times before someone finally answered. The nurse said someone would come out and talk to me.

It had been twenty-four hours since she’d gone out to the farm. No one knew exactly when Cherokee had hurt her, they only knew her truck had still been there the next morning. They’d found her when they were making morning feed rounds.

“Mr. Davis,” a man asked, looking out into the waiting room.

“I’m Flynn Davis,” I stuttered out and approached him. The grim look on his face made me nervous.

He leaned in close to my ear and put his right hand on my back and spoke softly. “Mr. Davis, I’m Dr. Hernsberger. Chloe has a skull fracture and a large bleed on her brain. She has not regained consciousness. We’ve put in a tube to drain the fluid and relieve the pressure, but I don’t want to build your hopes up. We don’t know how long it will be before she wakes up or even if she will. We have her on a ventilator to take the stress from her body, so she recovers quicker. So far, fetal heart activity is perfectly fine for the gestational age.”

“What fetal activity?”

“You didn’t know? Mr. Davis, Chloe is six weeks pregnant.”

The doctor explained all the risks and the prognosis and told me the next forty-eight hours would be the telling sign. I placed my chair by the head of her bed and began to count her heartbeats. I was going to count them until she woke up, but somewhere in the process of my counts, she squeezed my hand. It was only for a second, but she did.

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