Chapter 2
I watched as the paramedics lifted her body onto a stretcher and placed an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth. My heart broke as the fog of her shallow breath fogged up the flimsy plastic of the mask. Stepping back I let the paramedics do their work hoping to step in when I got the chance.
But the paramedics were swift and they loaded my blonde angel into the ambulance. I tried to climb in but riding with her had not been an option. The paramedics closed the doors and told me that they were taking her Allegheny University HospitalI followed in one of the squad cars.
At the hospital I found Lily in a trauma room where the doctors were cutting of the gray suit that made her look so sexy. The blood covered clothes were discarded on the floor. She would never wear them again.
I turned to see Vera, Stillman, and Jefferies walked through the corridor.
"We just heard. How is she?" Vera asked.
"I don't know," I said. In that moment I jinxed it. I turned back around to see that the doctors had pulled out the paddles. The sight of the doctor yelling 'clear' ripped my chest and all I could do was stand by and watch as Lily convulsed with the flow of the electric current.
One of the orderlies shook their head and the doctor ordered a higher charge and placed the paddles on her chest again. Her body convulsed again and the orderly nodded her head. The monitor above her bed began to beep in slow rhythmic tones.With the knowledge that she was alive I took a deep breath. A doctor headed towards the door and exited the trauma room.
"Rush?" she asked.
"Right here," I said.
"I'm Doctor Maria Carmichael," she introduced herself. "I was the attending physician on your friend."
Friend. Dr. Carmichael didn't know. Lily and I where more than friends. More than love interests. They were more than the chain of command at the Philadelphia precinct would allow them to be. She was more than I could hope for.
"How is she?" I asked.
"The bullet has done some damage to her internal organs. We're going to have to perform surgery in order to remove it," Dr. Carmichael said. "There's also another issue."
"What?" I asked. Nothing could be worse than losing the love of my life.
"Come with me so that we could talk in private," Dr. Carmichael said. I followed her down a corridor and into an office. I didn't want to leave Lily lying in the trauma room surrounded by machines, but the doctor clearly had to tell me something important so I followed her until we reached a door that was clearly a waiting area.
The place smelled like Lysol. Dr. Carmichael directed me to sit and I did so on one of the cushiony chairs. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong," Dr. Carmichael said. "We are just concerned because we picked up traces of a second heartbeat. The techs are running an ultrasound machine with another physician to make sure but it looks like Lily is pregnant."
My jaw dropped. Lily was pregnant. She was home with the stomach flu a few days ago. Maybe she was covering it up. Or maybe she just didn't know.
"How far along?" I asked. Though I had a rough idea.
"About a month," she said.
My jaw dropped again. "Can I see her before you take her to surgery?"
"She's unconscious," Dr. Carmichael said. "But I don't see how it could hurt."
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