Page 224 of Marrying My Ex's Brother
A gunshot cracks through the air.
I wake screaming.
My body jerks so hard pain tears through my side. I try to sit up, but something pulls at my arm, and hands come down on my shoulders.
“Anya. Anya, stop. You’re safe.”
I fight anyway. I don’t know where I am. I only know there are lights above me, too bright, and something tight around my wrist, and the smell is wrong.
“No,” I gasp. “No, I have to?—”
“You’re in the hospital,” a woman says firmly. “You’re safe. Please don’t move like that. You’ll hurt yourself.”
I blink until her face comes into focus.
A nurse. She has dark blonde hair pinned under a cap, tired eyes, and a calm voice that sounds practiced without being cold. One hand rests on my shoulder, the other near the IV taped to my arm.
My mouth is dry. My throat burns.
“Where am I?”
“City General. Emergency surgical ward.”
I stare at her while my mind fills in the gaps.
My hand flies to my stomach.
The nurse sees the movement immediately.
“My baby,” I say. The words come out broken.
Her face softens. “The baby is okay.”
For a moment, I don’t understand.
Air leaves me in a sob. I cover my stomach with both hands, or try to. One arm is heavy with the IV, and my side screams when I move, but I don’t care. Tears rush into my eyes before I can stop them. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says. “The doctor checked. You’re very early, but for now, everything looks stable.”
For now.
The words frighten me, but I hold on to the first part.
The baby is okay.
I close my eyes.
Thank God.
Yaromir.
My eyes fly open again. “My husband.”
The nurse glances toward the door.
“Has he been here?” I ask.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. You came in without identification at first. The police were contacted, and hospital administration is trying to reach your family.”
