“Please hurry,” Kin told whoever was on the other end of my phone. “She’s bleeding so badly and she’s hurting.”
“Kin?” a new voice called out.
“Lucy! In here,” Kin called back.
In the next moment, Lucy Thornton was standing beside her, her face draining of color. “Holy shit! Jace called me and said something was wrong. I ran out of my apartment without even telling Harris what was going on,” she explained, her voice sounding choked. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
“Do you think she had like a cyst or something?”
“I don’t think you want to know what I’m thinking right now,” the smaller chick muttered, but I still heard her.
“Lu, what?” Kin choked out.
“I think she’s having a miscarriage.”
“No!” I cried. “I got my period. I’m not pregnant.” I couldn’t have been. I had gotten my period twice since that first time without protection, and Gray had been careful ever since. They had been lighter periods than normal, but that was only because I had been so stressed out from being constantly sick and the exhaustion of the tour.
I cupped over my lower stomach, where the pain was still twisting my insides. There couldn’t have been a little baby in there, because if there was, then I knew I was losing her. There was no way I could have been in that much pain, lose that much blood, and my precious little nugget could have been okay.
Tears poured down my face even faster. “I want Gray,” I sobbed into his pillow, pulling it against my chest. “I want Gray.”
Gray
I was doing a deadlift when my phone went off. It didn’t have the usual weight I normally would have used, but I hadn’t been in a real gym in nine weeks and needed to ease myself back into it.
“Want me to get that?” Sin asked from where he was sitting beside my gym bag.
I shook my head and finished the deadlift. Kale tossed me a towel as I dropped the weights and grabbed my bottle of water. As I wiped the sweat from my neck, my phone went off for the second time.
Sin picked it up. “It’s Jace. It was him before, too.”
Grunting, I took the phone when my friend handed it over and lifted it to my ear. “What?”
“Something is wrong with Kas,” he said in a rush, his voice shaking. “Kin called and said she’s bleeding.”
Everything inside me went still, my heart stopping dead in my chest. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t fucking know. I told Kin to call nine-one-one. Meet me at the hospital.”
“Where?” I roared, making several people close to me jump. Kale and Sin both lifted their eyebrows at me, but I ignored them. “What fucking hospital, Jace?”
“I don’t know! The one closest to our apartment would be my guess. Just get there.”
He hung up before I could get more out of him, and I grabbed my gym bag, not caring that I was only in a pair of basketball shorts, no shirt and covered in sweat. Kale and Sin did the same thing.
“What’s going on?” Kale asked first.
“Something’s wrong with Kassa,” I told them as I opened my car door and tossed my shit onto the seat. Sin and Kale were already getting into Kale’s car. “Jace said she’s bleeding.”
“We’ll follow you,” Kale called as I started my car.
My hands shook as I shifted into reverse. Kassa was okay; she had to be. Fuck, I had just left her sleeping peacefully in her bed a few hours ago. She was fine. She had to be fucking fine, damn it. I couldn’t lose her—not yet, not fucking ever.
I broke records getting to the hospital closest to our apartment. When I pulled up to the ER, I didn’t even waste time turning the car off before I was running inside as Kale and Sin pulled up behind me. My friends could deal with it for me, or someone could tow it, I didn’t give a fuck which. I saw Kin standing by the nurses’ station as soon as the sliding doors opened. She was pale, tears stains on her cheeks.
“Where is she?” I demanded, fighting panic and the fear that something bad had happened.
“The doctors took her straight up to surgery,” Kin said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. She took my arm, glanced around, then pulled me away from the desk. “Gray, I need to ask you something, but you can’t lose your shit. Okay?”