She had barely been gone a minute when I heard a scream.
"Help!"
I threw open the door and found her on the ground, crumpled beside her overturned wheelchair.
"Aunt Harriet!" I dropped to my knees and gathered her up, struggling to lift her. Then I saw the blood covering my hands. A scream tore out of me, and I called an ambulance immediately.
In the back of the ambulance, my breathing came in ragged gasps. She kept drifting in and out of consciousness, mumbling my name. My vision blurred with tears as I pressed close to her, gripping her hand so tight my knuckles went white, terrified that something terrible was happening.
I paced outside the examination room, grabbing every doctor who walked in or out, begging for an update.
The wait dragged on, unbearable. I needed air and turned toward the window, only to come face to face with Frederick and Agatha.
Frederick was at her side, one hand supporting her arm, the other holding a prenatal report.
"Everything looks great. All the markers are normal." He nodded with satisfaction. "This baby is going to be perfectly healthy."