Unexpected love

Chapter Thirty Nine: Trip cut short

Killian's POV
Four days later....

We had been in Paris for 5 days and it had been amazing so far. We had done lots of sightseeing and tonight we were going to the top of the Eiffel Tower, the highlight of our trip.

Waking Emma up in the mornings has been hard because of all the walking we had done these past few days. Also her morning sickness had started again and  it took a lot of energy out of her.

But this morning when I woke Emma wasn't by my side. I assumed she was in the bathroom so I stayed in bed to wait for her to come back. But 30 minutes later she still didn't appear out of the door. I sat up worried that she had left the hotel with no experience in Paris alone. I went to open the bathroom door to find it locked. I knocked on the door with everything I had to try to get her to open it.

"Emma! Emma open the door!"

Nothing.... No sound came from the bathroom and the door stayed locked. I searched around the room and found our room card, I used it to turn the lock and pushed open the door.

My eyes were drawn to the ground where I found Emma passed out on the ground.

"Emma!!!"

I cradled her in my arms and pushed her hair out of her face and felt her head. Her head was roasting hot, she had small fevers but this was the worst one yet. I picked her up and lay her on the bed and ran down to the reception to get them to phone an ambulance for Emma. As they phoned them I ran back upstairs and changed out of my pyjama bottoms and into jeans. I sat beside Emma and waited for the paramedics to arrive.

The door opened and the hotel manager walked in with two paramedics. They quickly checked over her and demanded we brought her out to the ambulance.

"She's two months pregnant."

"What?"

"She's two months pregnant! Is it the baby?"

"Okay, well we better get her to the hospital quickly."

It was hard to understand their accents, but thankfully they spoke English that was somewhat easy to make out. I lifted Emma and brought her down and outisde to the ambulance. I lay her on the bed and the sirens started sounding. We rushed through the streets of Paris, I couldn't help but stare at her and make sure she was okay.

We arrived at the hospital and they wheeled her into a private room and started doing test, but being cautious of her pregnancy at the same time. I sat on a chair that was placed beside the bed and waited for her to come round.

They wanted to do some tests on the baby too but they needed to have Emma's permission and she had to be conscious too.

About an hour after arriving at the hospital Emma finally started coming round after I don't know how long of being unconscious. She started groaning and clutching onto her head.

"Emma? Can you hear me?"

"Mhmm, what?"

"Hey, hey your okay."

"Where am I?"

"In hospital love, you must have passed out in the hotel bathroom in the middle of the night."

"I...I don't really remember."

"It's okay love, let's just focus on finding out why."

After what felt like a millions tests and blood works later, a doctor came into Emma room to tell us his diagnosis.

"Mrs.Jones, we believe you have came down with some sort of infection. But unfortunately we don't have the treatment over here so we will have to relocate and send you to a hospital back in Boston that knows more about this. By the looks of things your baby is fine, but your high fever and symptoms could change that so we are sending you there in a few hours."