Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247

Amelia’s POV

As Stacy fell, everyone moved at once.

Amy turned toward her sister, crying, “Stacy?!”

Damien came rushing in from the outskirts of the hall.

Three people pulled out their phones, one two record, two to call an ambulance.

And I dropped the plate I’d been holding, forgetting it entirely while I ran forward to help the poor little girl.

By the time I reached her, her father was there too. Gently, he was stroking her back. “What’s wrong, Stacy? Talk to me?”

Mom and Dad must have seen what happened and been close enough to act. In a flash they were there too, holding Amy while moving her away, giving Stacy room to breathe.

Her eyes were closed, but she was still talking, mumbling something.

As I came to her side, dropping to my knees, I heard her.

“My chest hurts…”

“Tilt her head back,” I said at once.

“What?” Damien said, looking up at me. There was panic in his eyes. Alphas were usually good under pressure, but it seemed this one was too afraid of what he might lose.

“Let me see her,” I said.

“I can’t,” his voice was soft.

“Damien,” I said, more forcefully. He looked up and met my gaze. I had no idea how I was so confident, but in this moment, I was. “Give her to me. I can help.”

He must have seen in me all the strength I had been feeling in that moment, because he passed her over to me. Just as I laid her down flat on the floor, tilting her head back, I could tell that her systems were shutting down.

Her heart was stopping.

I cursed under my breath, then set my hands on her chest.

To my knowledge, I had never been trained in chest compressions. Yet it all came so naturally to me. In a flash, I was making the motions and keeping up with it, not stopping until the emergency healers arrived to take over.

When they did, I felt how tired my arms were. How long had I been keeping that up? A few minutes or a few hours.

While one of the emergency techs continued the chest compressions, a second readied a stretcher. A third looked me over. “You a Healer?”

“I’m an apprentice,” I told him.

That seemed to be good enough, and he nodded. “We have a shortage of healers at the hospital. We could use you.”

“I’m going,” I said, already on my feet.

1/3

“I’m going too,” Damien said.

“Who are you?” the third emergency tech asked.

Damien growled. “I’m the girl’s father.”

“Understood,” said the tech and made no arguments. Instead, he focused on Stacy and her care.

Damien turned toward Mom and Dad. “Can I trust you to watch Amy?”

“Of course,” Mom said at once.

Dad was more assertive. “We will protect her with our lives.”

That was good enough for Damien, who nodded.

As the emergency healers stabilized Stacy, they loaded her onto the gurney and then into the back of their ambulance. Damien and I squeezed in as well, careful to leave enough room for the techs to work. Before long, the tech asked for my assistance, which I was eager to give.

Strangely, everything came to me so naturally, like I had been doing this all of my life.

Had I been doing this all of my life? No one had ever told me, if so.

Regardless, there was no time to think about that right now. Stacy’s life was the only thing that mattered.

Damien’s POV

I barely knew Annette, so I shouldn’t have been so quick to trust her. Yet, watching her work, I couldn’t help but be amazed at her abilities. Truly, she reminded me like Amelia in this way as well. I wondered if Annette had studied to be a Healer.

Maybe natural healing ability ran in their family.

Regardless of how she came across this talent, I was glad she had it. And even though I shouldn’t have trusted her, I still did. Because she was working on Stacy, I felt slightly less panicked than I would have otherwise.

However, it didn’t ease the panic entirely. Stacy was still my little girl, and… between she and Amy, she was supposed to be the pure werewolf, the healthiest of the pair. I’d been so carefully watching Amy these past few years, worried that her human side might show, and that she might fall to some unknown disease or ailment.

For it to befall Stacy instead… It felt too cruel to be real.

At the hospital, Annette was permitted to go into the back rooms, but I had to stay in the emergency room and wait. Before long, others from the party began arriving, like Lillian, Martin, and Amy, as well as a few others, who were just concerned. The Alpha King had sent a representative on his behalf as well.

I didn’t want to worry Amy more than she was already worried so I tried to keep the worst of my fear under lock and key. But it was difficult being in a hospital again, knowing that the person I cared about was back there, potentially in trouble, and there was nothing I could do about it but sit here and wait.

If Stacy died like Amelia died, how could I go on? After losing Amelia, I had dedicated my entire life to being with my girls. To lose one of them…

Gods, I didn’t think I would recover.

I paced while we waited, unsure what else to do. I couldn’t sit still, I could go mad. I had to be useful, even if the only thing I was being useful for was wearing a divot in the ground.

2/3

After a while, Annette reappeared. Another Healer was with her, but I didn’t know him.

Immediately, I walked closer.

“She’s stable,” Annette said, getting right to the point. “But she needs a blood transfusion. Only a family member will do. Do you agree to be tested?”

“Yes,” I said at once, already offering my arm.

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