“You didn’t ask.”
The words hit him harder than I intended.
Or maybe exactly as hard.
Another contraction ripped through me before he could answer. Pain exploded down my spine so violently I cried out, gripping the bed rails until my fingers numbed.
“Pressure’s increasing,” Linda said quickly, checking the monitor. “Doctor, we need to move.”
Ethan blinked once, forcing himself back into focus.
Professional mode.
The version of him that could save lives while his own heart was breaking.
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