Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,41

back into the wardrobe, curling into a ball, my whole body shaking with fear. My stomach hurts painfully, and I try to rub the pain away, but it doesn’t leave.

I don’t know how long I lay there in pain, or when they smashed through the bedroom door, but the next thing I know paramedics are in front of me and I can hear shouting close by.

The next thing I know a form comes skidding across the floor near to me. It startles me at first causing me to break out of my trance and I notice it’s Mason. Another sharp pain causes me to whimper.

“Mason?’’ I croak out, my voice hoarse from screaming and crying.

“Yeah baby, it’s me. Can you come out so the paramedics can take a look at you?’’ he asks me softly and I look at him confused, then notice two paramedics close by waiting.

It takes me a second to remember why I’m here before it all comes flooding back, and I cry out. Rushing out of the wardrobe quickly, I throw myself in Mason’s waiting arms. He barely has time to steady himself to stop us from falling backwards. The pain in my stomach tightens and I whimper again before burying my head deep into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

“Hannah, someone killed her. They said... they said ‘that’s what happens to grassers.’ Mason, she looked so scared,’’ I sob, but it turns into a cry of pain when a fresh wave of cramps hits me low in the stomach. “He was going to kill me wasn’t he?’’

“Shush babe, everything’s fine. I promise,’’ he says shifting me so I’m looking directly into his gorgeous, chocolate coloured eyes. I know he’s trying to mask that he’s worried, but I still see it in his eyes.

“It hurts,’’ I breathe out, finally admitting for the first time out loud about the cramps in my stomach.

He gives a nod to the paramedics who rush over and start checking me out. Another cramp hits me and I cry out louder with a scream.

“What’s wrong?’’ I cry.

“We need to get you to the hospital,’’ the woman paramedic tells me calmly.

“What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Did I do something?’’ I cry at them, and then look to Mason for answers, but he looks as lost and pained as me. He reaches for my hand when they strap me to a stretcher, telling me everything is going to be okay.

“What’s wrong?’’ he asks them, his voice firm and demanding.

“We can’t be too sure because of the night’s events. It’s put a lot of stress on mum and the baby, so she could be going into labour,’’ she tells us, rushing us out to the ambulance.

“It’s too early,’’ we both cry at the same time.

“Oh my God is she okay?’’ I hear Harlow cry when we reach the ambulance.

“They’re taking her to St. George’s Hospital, meet us there. I’m going with Denny,’’ Mason tells them just as another pain hits my stomach. Everyone around us must have caught on to what was wrong and Harlow gasps in worry, crying to Malik.

“She can’t have the baby yet, it’s too early. We read a book about birth, it’s too early,’’ she kept repeating, but her voice drains out as soon as the back of the ambulance door closes.

“Please make it stop,’’ I beg them, the pain feeling excruciating. I’m frightened I’m losing the baby, or that I’ve hurt her from everything that happened tonight. My mind is too preoccupied to even think about the break-in. It seems so insignificant compared to the horror I’m going through right now.

An oxygen mask is placed over my face, and I start sucking in deep breaths, my head becomes woozy, my body relaxing as the pain in my stomach starts to ease a little. The hold on my hand tightens and I give it a light squeeze back, tears running from my eyes.

We arrive at the hospital twenty minutes later. We’re rushed through the side doors and into a waiting side room where a scan machine and another machine are waiting for us.

“I’m Doctor Harold; I’ll be treating you this evening. Can you tell me where the pain is?’’

I show him, pointing to the lower end of my stomach close to my bladder.

“Is it there now?’’ He asks touching my lower abdomen.

“No,’’ I tell him shaking my head, feeling tired and exhausted. A fresh pain hits me low in the stomach and I breathe through it, just like the