Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“I need some Pitocin, now!” I boomed to the paramedics that were waiting for instructions. I could hear Elliott calling to Blaine, but tuned it out to focus on what I was doing. A syringe and small vial of Pitocin dropped down to me, and I quickly administered a dose straight into the line of her IV.
I continued massaging her uterus for the next minute, and slowly the bleeding came to a stop. Thank fuck.
“It’s stopped. We’re going to need a pint of O negative. She’s lost a lot of blood, but it’s stopped for now.” I said to the medic who was peeking in through the cracks in the door. He nodded his head and disappeared. Ember was still holding the baby to Blaine’s breast, but he wasn’t sucking anymore. He’d finished, and was dozing contentedly, unaware that he nearly lost his mother. Ember was rubbing his cheeks to try to get him to continue, but he was out. I turned and eyed the opening of the door again. We were in between the first and second floor. The bar that was holding the doors open looked solid and I came to a decision.
“Elliott!” I called.
Elliott appeared at the opening seconds later. I moved into his line of sight so he couldn’t make out the huge mess of blood that covered the floor.
“I’m going to need to pass the baby to you. He’ll fit easily through the gap. He’s tiny.” I said to him.
A smile graced his face, and he looked so eager, yet sad at the same time.
“Is Blaine okay?” he asked.
“The bleeding’s stopped. She’s still unconscious though. I think it’ll be best to hand the baby out to you because I need Ember to help me get Blaine situated. She’s going to need some blood.” I said back.
He nodded, and held out his hand. I clasped it with mine, and then turned to take the baby gently from Ember’s arms. She was smiling, and gave a huge smile when she saw how my large hands engulfed his tiny little body.
“What’s his name, Elliott?” I asked while turning back to him.
Elliott’s eyes trained on his son. Bright with unshed tears.
“Justin Douglas Masters.” Elliott whispered.
My throat clogged up a little bit, and my eyes started to sting. Must have been from sweat dripping into my eyes or something.
“Welcome to the world, Justin Douglas.” I said to him.
Carefully maneuvering towards the doors, I held the tiny infant up to the crack in the door, and handed him off to his father’s capable hands with no problem. I could see Max, Cheyenne, and Sam crowd around the bundled infant, and head off towards the waiting paramedics. Another paramedic arrived with a bag of blood and handed it off to me. Turning back around to my other patient, I now saw that she was making her way back to consciousness. Starting another IV in her opposite arm, I hooked the blood bag up, and started transfusing.
“Where’s the baby?” Blaine asked groggily.
I leaned down and cradled Blaine’s face in the palm of my hand. “His over the moon daddy has him. He’s off spouting his mouth about how he made a boy to Sam and Cheyenne.”
“Sounds exactly like him.” She laughed weakly.
I was in the process of cleaning Blaine up the best I could on one end, while Ember kept her company on the other when the lights turned on. The elevator lights blinded us as they came back on. The floor beneath us jolted, and then hummed as the elevator made its way up to the second floor, only an hour and a half too late.
Elliott met us at the door with his new son bundled in his arms. I picked up Blaine, while Ember grabbed the IV and blood bag. I placed Blaine on a stretcher gently, and backed off as the paramedics made sure I didn’t fuck anything up.
Ember curled into my side, and I dropped my head so it was buried in the crook of her neck.
I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Blaine, Elliott and little Justin were carted off downstairs to the ambulance. The storm was still booming overhead, but it was the first time I’d heard it in nearly an hour.
Grabbing Ember’s hand, I made my way down the stairs and didn’t look back. This was one experience I didn’t wish to have again. It really shook me to see someone I cared about nearly die. Never again would be too soon.
Little did I know that I would be experiencing it twice more in the oncoming months.
Moreover, it wouldn’t just strike someone I cared about; it would strike someone that was my reason for breathing.
Chapter 6
I do like killing the messenger. Know why? Because it sends a message.
-T-shirt
Ember
“Gabe.” I said.
“What?” He said distractedly.
“Gabe.”
“What?”
“Gabriel.”
“Huh?” He said.
His eyes were still glued to the TV. I glared daggers at his back, and there he was still ignoring me. I’m surprised he could even hear me. He had these big chunky earphones on, and I could hear the gunshots ringing out even with them planted firmly over his ears. Max and he were playing this stupid game called Modern Warfare Three. They’d been playing it for over three hours now. I was beyond bored, and I was really getting annoyed that he was ignoring me. I was used to being ignored by Max, but not from Gabe. All I had to do was say something and bam, there he was. He’d been practically up my ass this past week since Blaine delivered her son.
He seemed different. He was a lot more alert. Almost like, he’s hyper aware of our surroundings, even at Free. I wasn’t even allowed to go take a tinkle without him knowing where I was going and how long I planned to be gone. I mean, I’ve never timed my bathroom breaks before, but as of my last one, I was down to one minute and eighteen seconds. That was with washing my hands, too.