After that, the two of them huddled together, murmuring back and forth. The gist was simple enough: move fast, wheel me straight into the operating room the moment we arrived.
My blood ran cold. But we hadn't reached the hospital yet. All I could do was keep pretending to be unconscious while my mind raced.
By the time the ambulance pulled up to the hospital, Kieran had already driven there himself and was waiting at the entrance.
The second the gurney rolled out, I forced my eyes open and grabbed the edge of his sleeve.
"Kieran. I need to talk to you."
Marilyn's gaze sharpened. She strode forward, cutting in before he could respond.
"Kieran, the operating room is all prepped. Don't worry. I've arranged for the head of obstetrics to perform the procedure personally. Everything will be fine."
"Everyone's waiting. Let's get her inside."
Before Kieran could respond, Marilyn waved the nurses forward, and they wheeled me into the hospital.
The operating room was approaching fast. I couldn't find a single opening to speak with Kieran alone.
My hand drifted to my stomach. Then I sat up on the gurney and screamed.