Chapter 9 - The Premature Arrival
“Elias…” I gasped, gripping the edge of the table as my legs gave out.
He caught me before I hit the floor.
“Valeria! What’s wrong?”
“The baby,” I cried, clutching my stomach. “It’s too early. Something’s wrong.”
The stress. The adrenaline. It was too much.
“Get the car! Now!” Elias yelled at his remaining security guard.
The ride to San Gabriel Hospital was a blur of flashing lights and blinding pain.
Elias sat in the back with me, holding my hand so tightly I thought my bones would snap.
“Stay with me, Valeria. Please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face.
“If something happens to her…” I sobbed.
“Nothing will happen. I won't let it.”
When we burst into the ER, Dr. Mateo was already waiting.
“Placental abruption,” Mateo shouted to the nurses as they loaded me onto a stretcher. “We need an emergency C-section immediately!”
“Save them, Mateo. Please,” Elias pleaded as they pushed him out of the surgical wing.
The anesthesia kicked in.
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The bright surgical lights faded into complete darkness.
My last thought was of the little girl kicking inside me, praying she was strong enough to survive.
