the stairs with a hard, dull sound. A sharp

t lay there, staring at the ceiling, try

osev

llway. Zyran appeared above me, his face was

me, his hands hovering over my ar

. Mina was standing at the top of the stairs. She had one h

d. I grabbed Zyran's slee

na, then back at me. His expressio

said in a low, stern voice. "Mina can

wave of nausea hit me, and I remembered the baby. My hand f

ted to cry, her shoulders shaking. "I tried to catch her! She

ptly. He didn't help me off the floor. In

one," Zyran said coldl

cracking. "Zyran, I'm the one on t

pain with a wave of his hand. "Mina just lost her home in a fire. She is

e sitting on the floor. He went up a f

is voice was gentle the same way he used to spea

ending to be terrified. She took Zyran's

looked at me. She wasn't crying anymore. Instead, she gave me

he knew exactly

hrobbed, but I pushed through the pain. "My ankle is swo

aby. I had to know if th

t's late, Roosevelt. It's probably just a

Bu

the guest room to make sure she doesn't go into shock. Can you please just put some ic

n. "My clumsiness? Zy

e snapped. "Be gracious

waist to support her. "Let's

choose to comfort a woman who had just tried to hurt m

I wiped it away angrily. I wou

ver had in my life. But as I reached the kitchen door, a sharp cramp ripped t

doorframe, ga

d, my voice fille

he shouted back from the li

arder this time. I looke

abric like a terrible red flow

knot being pulled tight. I slumped against

hispered. The r

n't look angry anymore. When he saw me on the floor, h

osev

tiles to get to me. He gathered me into his a

hurt?" His voice was frantic. He wasn't the cold bi

d, grabbing his shirt.

id between my leg

burying my face in his

ped me up into his arms effortlessly

ispered fiercely into

ed the living room, I saw Mina standing t

lled out. "Where

shouted without stopping. "We a

was Zyran's hand gripping mine so hard it almost hurt, and his vo

Beep...

l of lemons and medici

own and saw Zyran. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, his head resting

ly. He sat up, his hair messy and his eye

rd. He reached out and stroked my cheek with his thumb. "You scared

throat felt dry. "The do

oor opened. A doctor with gray ha

to see you awake," t

she is in pain. Is it her

sense the tension. He walked to the other side of th

moment? I need to check her vi

ant to leave. "I want to know

u in a minute," th

be right outside the door," he promised. He walked out,

s gone, the docto

ou had a threatened miscarriage, the bleeding was

my mouth. "But..

trong but you are in a danger zone. You cannot have any stress, no shocks, or

f relief. "Thank y

sband know?" t

him yet. There is a lot happening at home. I need to

well. Patient confidenti

later, Zyran came back in. He looked mo

sitting on the edge of the bed. "He said yo

am so sorry, Roosevelt. I should have listened to you about the st

hispered, pulling back s

in the waiting room,

?" I asked. "You said she

t friends, then she met a guy. They were together for three years

e tonight for the first time in years. She was screaming,

I asked. "Why

d," Zyran said darkly. "She

door to my ro

rty white dress, she looked frantic, ho

" she cr

immediately. "Mi

s digging into his shirt. She looked at me, th

ed, her voice trembling. "M

ned. "How?

e so Zyran could see the screen. "He said he saw you carry a w

ent stil

me, a twisted

ed. "And he says he is coming to the hospi