Sacred Vow (Angels Halo MC Next Gen #5) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,28
window and sat, neither of us speaking as we waited.
“Dude, you need me to get you a change of clothes?” Lyric asked after a while. “You’ve got blood…” He waved his hand at my legs.
Glancing down, I realized he was right. River’s blood was all over me. A lump filled my throat, and I fought against the sting of tears. “She has to be okay, Lyric,” I whispered, unable to get my voice to go any louder. “If I lose her, I’ll lose everything that means anything to me.”
One of his heavy hands fell on my shoulder, squeezing hard. “I know, brother. It will be okay. Just have faith in the doctors. Your girl is strong.”
All I could do was nod, knowing he was right. River was a strong woman; she wouldn’t let anything keep us apart. Not her dad, and sure as hell not this. But that didn’t stop me from being scared out of my mind that something might still take her away from me.
It felt like days passed before the same doctor from the emergency room walked into the waiting room. My eyes were glued to the door, so as soon as I saw her, I was on my feet. Spotting me in the still-crowded room, she walked my way. She had on surgical scrubs, whereas in the ER, she’d only had on regular clothes and the typical white jacket. Her scrubs were damp with sweat, as was the surgical cap she pulled off her head when she reached us.
“Everything went as expected,” she said without preamble. “We didn’t run into any complications. She’s in recovery for now, but she will be put on the labor and delivery floor once she starts to wake up. That should be in about an hour or so.”
“But she’s going to be okay, right?”
She gave me a sad smile. “Physically, she will be back to normal in no time. Given her reaction to having to have this procedure…” She shrugged. “The recovery time for that isn’t something I can give you a time frame for, Mr. Masterson. Just be prepared for her to be…fragile.”
Fragile? River?
Those two words didn’t go together.
The doctor patted me on the arm. “Someone will be in to show you to your wife’s room as soon as she’s settled.” Her gaze went to my jeans. “Maybe you should clean yourself up before then. Her emotions are going to be scattered, and seeing her blood on you might be a bad idea.”
“I’m not leaving.” I wasn’t stepping foot outside the building until River was able to go with me.
“I got you covered, bro,” Lyric assured me. “I think we passed a mall as soon as we got off the interstate. I’ll grab you a change of clothes and pick us up some food.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I muttered, not caring one way or another. I didn’t want to upset River if she saw the blood all over me, but all I could think about was just getting to her. Nothing else mattered but seeing with my own eyes that she was okay, that she hadn’t been taken from me.
“Do you have any questions for me?” the doctor asked, looking at me as if she expected me to.
“Will she be able to—” I broke off, not even sure I wanted an answer to the question that was lingering in my head now that the woman had told me my girl was going to be all right.
“Have more babies?” I swallowed hard and nodded. “Her chances have been cut in half, but she’s young and healthy. There shouldn’t be any reason why she couldn’t have another baby—when she’s ready.”
A little of the pressure weighing on my shoulders eased. Thanking the doctor, I shook her hand, and she promised someone would come to get me soon. As she walked away, Lyric said he was going to go get me a change of clothes and followed her out.
Feeling like I was walking through a fog, I returned to my seat by the window and pulled out my phone. I’d had it on silent so it wouldn’t annoy me, but I knew Mila would have been texting me as well as Lyric. I’d seen him sending a message every now and then while we waited, but he’d mostly just been there for me. Even if we hadn’t spoken much, just having my brother-in-law there had kept me from losing my mind and trashing the entire room, scaring everyone and no doubt getting myself arrested.