The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 75-1

Someone is calling my name. Not Locke, though. It’s a woman, and her voice is firm, calm and close. Definitely not Willow’s airy-fairy, musical tone.

“Zara, open your eyes for me.”

I try, but my eyelids feel glued together.

There’s a siren somewhere above me, or maybe around me. The sound rises and falls until it seems to vibrate through my bones.

“Zara?”

I force my eyes open.

White ceiling. Bright lights. A face leaning over me. Blue uniform.

My heart kicks hard. “Where am I?”

“You’re in an ambulance.” Her voice stays calm and measured. “My name’s Leah, and this is Tom. You fainted at home.”

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I turn my head slightly, wincing a bit. There’s another paramedic near my feet, checking something on a monitor. The ambulance moves beneath me, and my body slides slightly against the stretcher restraints.

Panic punches through the fog. “No.”

“You’re safe.”

“No, I -”

I try to sit up. The movement sends the whole vehicle spinning.

Leah’s hand settles on my shoulder. “Easy. Don’t move yet.”

“What happened?”

“You lost consciousness.”

“I know, but why -”

My memory comes back in pieces now:

The hallway. Willow’s voice. Locke laughing. Her fingers against his wrist. Her breasts peeking out. Locke turning. The floor disappearing.

My stomach lurches, and Leah sees it before I can speak.

“Tom.”

A plastic bowl appears beside my face, and I barely turn it in time to vomit. The sound is horrible inside the enclosed ambulance, because everything is too close.

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The lights, the machines, the strangers. Worst of all, my own body is betraying me again.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp.

Leah keeps one hand steady against my shoulder while Tom replaces the bowl.

“Nothing to apologize for,” she says crisply. “Nothing at all.”

“I’m still sorry. This is revolting.”

“Zara, look at me,” she says.

I do, and her expression is calm. Not disgusted, not even impatient.

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“We know that you had chemotherapy today,” Leah tells me. “You only just left the hospital about six hours ago.”

“How?” I swallow painfully. “How do you know that?”

“Your partner told us.”

The word makes something twist inside me.

“He isn’t my -”

I stop. I don’t know what he is. Not anymore.

“Nausea can happen after treatment, and fainting can have several causes.” Leah wipes my mouth with a soft cloth. “We’re going to get you checked properly, okay?”

“I made a mess.”

“You didn’t, though.”

“I was sick.”

“In a bowl. Very considerate of you.”

Tom glances over from the monitor. “We’ve had much worse passengers.”

“Tom once had someone throw up in his pocket,” Leah says cheerfully.

“Yeah,” he says. “And I really liked that jacket.”

Despite everything, a tiny, broken laugh escapes me.

“There you are,” Leah murmurs, as her fingers check the tape holding the cannula in place near my wrist. If you can laugh, we’ve got something to work with.”

I stare at the cannula now, and it crashes into me that this is yet another needle, another visit to the hospital, another room where people will talk about my body as though it belongs to them.

My breathing starts to race and Leah notices immediately.

“Stay with me, Zara.”

I don’t want to go back,” I say plaintively. “I’ve already been there today.”

“I know. But you passed out and didn’t wake up when your partner tried to rouse you.”

My heart stops. “He couldn’t wake me?”

“No.”

The terror on Locke’s face flashes through my mind:

He lunges towards me. Then darkness.

“Is he here?” I say.

“He isn’t in the ambulance, no.”

“Where is he?”

Leah glances briefly at Tom. It’s quick and professional, but I still see it.

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