“We have to go to the hospital,” Phil says. “It’s company policy to go get checked out if something like this happens.”

“The ambulance is over here,” my firefighter says.

“I need my phone.”

“We’ll get it out of the van and bring it to you,” she assures me. “The ambulance is waiting.”

I’m rushed into the back of the ambulance, and I’m frustrated. I want to call Keegan. I know he must be worried out of his mind.

When we’re on the road, I look at the EMT. “Can I borrow your phone to call my boyfriend so he knows I’m okay? We were on live TV.”

“Sure. What’s the number?”

I stop and stare at him. “Uh, can you Google it? He’s at the pub. O’Callaghan’s Pub.”

He taps on his screen and then turns it to me. “This one?”

“Yes.”

He taps again and then passes me the phone. I press it to my ear and only listen to it ring once before Keegan answers.

“O’Callaghan’s.”

“It’s me. Oh my God, Keegan, it was so damn scary. I can’t believe we slid right over the side of the road. And I didn’t have my phone because it was in the back, and it took the firefighters forever to pull us back onto the road.”

“Stop. Are you okay? Did you fall to the freeway below?”

“No. I mean, yes.”

“Which is it?”

“Yes, I’m okay. And no, we didn’t fall. The van got hung up on the guardrail.”

“Thank Christ. She’s all right!”

“Who’s there?”

“Everyone. I’ve been worried sick, love. You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I think so. We’re being taken to Emanuel hospital to be checked out, just to be sure. I don’t want to stay the night here, but I might have to, especially since the van is wrecked. But I’ll keep you posted.”

“I’ll come get you.”

I hold the phone tighter, wishing with all my might it were that easy. “No, the roads are too bad down here, Keegan. I won’t risk you. I’ll keep you posted. I should have my phone soon, and then I can keep you updated better.”

“I’m just glad to hear your voice and know that you’re safe. I swear, I lost ten years off my life.”

“Me, too. I’ll call you soon. I love you.”

“I love you, Isabella.”

I hang up and pass the EMT his phone. “Thank you.”

He nods, slips the phone into his pocket, and continues monitoring my vital signs. When we reach the hospital, they take Phil and me to different rooms.

A doctor hurries in and smiles at me. “I saw that happen in real-time. Scared the hell out of me.”

“You and me both. I’m ten weeks pregnant.”

“Did you hit your head?”