His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 213

#Chapter 213: Sleeping Beauty

Edrick

When I finally burst into the interrogation room, I found the two officers crouched over Moana as she was lying motionless on the ground with her eyes rolled back in her head. I shoved my way past them and scooped her up off of the floor, then ordered them to call an ambulance immediately, which they did.

The ambulance came quickly, and before I knew it I was sitting in the back of it and holding Moana’s limp hand while they drove her to the hospital.

“She went into a state of temporary shock,” the doctor said at the hospital, taking his stethoscope out of his ears and hanging it back around his neck with a sigh. “I believe her wolf put her into a minor coma to cope with the stress, in order to protect her and the baby. But there’s no knowing exactly how long she’ll be asleep.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “You don’t know when she’ll wake up?”

The doctor shook his head. “No. I’m sorry. The best we can do is monitor her and try to get things like her blood pressure back down to a normal state and see if that does the trick, but unless her wolf decides that it’s safe enough for her to wake up, she’ll stay asleep. I’m sorry to say this, Mr. Morgan, but… Some wolves don’t decide it’s safe for a very long time, if ever.”

“Just tell me what you’re trying to say,” I growled. “Don’t beat around the bush.”

The doctor swallowed and his face went pale. “I’m saying that you should be prepared to potentially lose both Moana and your baby,” he said quietly.

As the doctor spoke, I felt anger bubbling up inside of me. I managed to stay silent and quelled that anger just long enough until the doctor left, but when he did, I lost it and punched the wall. Later, none of the nurses mentioned the hole that was left in the drywall by my fist, although I could see their eyes flickering nervously over to it whenever they came in.

Moana stayed asleep for three days. During that time, I didn’t leave her side. I didn’t sleep or eat; I only sat and watched her intently, hoping and praying that she would wake up.

I felt like such a jerk for letting her go down to the police station like that. I should have refused for her… I should have put my foot down and told both her and the two officers that no, she would not be going down there out of the blue to be interrogated. I should have gotten her a therapist the day after the incident in the warehouse, and I should have kept her home from work until she was in a better mental state. But I didn’t do any of those things, and now I felt as though it was my fault that she was in the hospital like this. If I lost Moana and our baby, I didn’t know what I would do. Maybe I would die along with them.