“This way,” one of them shouted, rushing down the hallway.
“Paramedics,” one of the guys shouted, pounding on the door.
“Did the victim give a name?” I asked one of the other guys.
He looked at his phone. “Sloane?”
I pushed the guy standing at the door out of the way and slammed my body into it. It swung open, and I raced over to where I saw Sloane’s crumpled body on the floor.
“Don’t move her!” shouted one of the other guys.
“She’s pregnant. About six months,” I shouted back, checking the vitals of the unconscious woman I loved with every fiber of my being.
“I got a pulse,” said one of the other guys. “A lot of blood,” he muttered, motioning with his head. “You know her?”
“I’m the baby’s father.” They were about to lift her onto the gurney when Sloane opened her eyes.
“Tackle?”
“Hi, peanut.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “We’re gonna get you over to the hospital.”
“The baby?”
“The baby is going to be fine, and so are you.”
“We are?”
“Yep.”
“How…how did you find me?” Her eyes closed, and her head fell to the side.
“Who’s this guy?” asked one of the men who’d stayed with the ambulance when I went to get in with her.
“The baby’s father,” answered the EMT who’d checked her pulse.
“Ride up front,” said the first guy.
“He’s a first responder.”
“Quit arguing and let’s go!” shouted the driver.
I got in, the door slammed closed, and I took Sloane’s hand in mine.
A woman in a white coat opened the curtain and walked over to the bed in the emergency room bay. “She lost a lot of blood, but every test we ran indicated the baby is fine. I understand you’re the father?”
“That’s right.”
“I’m Dr. Phillips, and this is Audrey, the tech who will do the ultrasound.” The woman wheeled a large cart in behind her.
“Hello, Sloane. I’m Dr. Phillips. We’re going to take a peek at your baby.”
I squeezed the hand I’d been holding and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “It’s nice to see those beautiful blue eyes looking back at me.”
“You’re here.”
The tech moved the blanket and sheet back and folded the hospital gown the nurses had changed her into while she’d slipped in and out of consciousness.
She spread gel on her tummy, and Sloane hissed. “That’s cold.”