The Only Way Out [Book 2]

Chapter 39 - Can Barely Stand

***Harry's POV

Roughly twenty minutes after leaving the house in a frenzy, Lauren pulls up to the Emergency Room entrance and gradually slows the car to a stop.

"I'll go get assistance," she offers, already getting out of the car.

"Mom? Harry? Where are we?" Bea asks, weakly grabbing onto my hands that are holding her head still. "I wanna go home."

"I know, Love, but let's get you checked out by a doctor first," I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt and she groans. "Beatrice, listen to me. I need you to stay still while I get out. Can you do that for me?"

She says a quick 'yep' and I get out of the backseat, being careful to not jostle the car. I open her door and immediately place my hand on the side of her head while I unbuckle her seatbelt.

"My head hurts so bad," Bea slurs, closing her eyes and I begin to panic.

"No no no, don't fall asleep, Baby," I warn, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs and her face contorts slightly. "Bea, are you oka-"

Her body suddenly jerks forward and she vomits on herself.

"Oh shit," I lean back shocked, but still steadying her head with my hands and she starts to cry. "It's okay, Love."

With one hand holding her head still, I open the glove compartment and thankfully, there are a few napkins. As I wipe off my wife's mouth and chin, I hear Lauren call my name and I look over my shoulder.

The sight of my mother-in-law rushing over with two nurses who are pushing a stretcher nearly makes me feel sick. I let out a breath, reminding myself to be strong before looking at my wife.

"They're here, Love," I say and she gives me a worried look. "I'll go with you, Bea. I won't leave you."

"Thank you," she smiles and immediately frowns, smacking her lips. "My mouth tastes bad. Do you have some gum?"

"Excuse me, sir," a man interrupts us and I look back. "Who needs assistance?"

"Uhm, my wife," I say as he reaches his gloved hands inside the car to hold her head, inevitably making us trade places.

Apparently, Lauren has already given them a rundown of the situation, so I move to stand next to her. I hear Bea cry out for me and I move to where she can see me through the window while the nurse continues examining her.

"Is she pregnant?" the nurse asks, grabbing the neck brace from the gurney and I feel a lump form in my throat. "Sir, is she pregnant?"

"N-no, she had Seb last week, but she vomited just a few moments ago."

"I did? That's why my breath stinks."

As the nurse fits the brace around Bea's neck, my smile fades and my heart sinks to my stomach. Her cries let me know she's in pain and that she's most definitely scared since she's not fully aware of what's going on.

"Can you tell me your name, miss?" he asks and it's quiet for a few seconds. "Do you remember your name?"

"It's, it's, Love."

The man looks back at me to confirm and I smirk.

"I call her that a lot, so it makes sense to her right now," I tell him and he nods, returning his attention to Bea.

As the two nurses struggle to get Bea onto the gurney, Lauren takes my hand in hers.

"I'll park the car so you can go with Beatrice," Lauren says and I acknowledge her by gently squeezing her hand.