“Do what you need to do, Doc,” I murmured, staring into the hallway. After we arrived in the ambulance, they’d tried to put Sarai and me in separate rooms. When I finally convinced them that I wasn’t leaving her side, they’d agreed to let me get fixed up in her room while they took her away for some tests.

She’d been gone for thirty minutes already.

“You’re going to need to keep these clean,” he droned on. “So they don’t get infected.”

I didn’t bother to reply. My mind had wandered back to the scene of the accident.

As I’d gotten to my feet again, I’d heard Sean screaming at Hailey.

“You thought you were gonna leave me? You stupid bitch.”

A three-hundred-pound police officer had pulled me off of him, but not until after I’d broken his jaw. I was damn lucky that they hadn’t arrested me but instead had shoved me toward the ambulance so I could ride to the hospital with Sarai.

“Your wife should be back soon,” the doctor said as he started cleaning up his tools. I guessed he was finished patching me up. I hadn’t even realized when he’d started on the cut by my elbow. “They’ll bring her right back here when she’s done.”

I nodded. I wasn’t even sure what tests they were running. I knew they wanted to check her head and x-ray her arm, but no one had said anything about the baby yet. I knew deep in my gut what they’d say, though. The amount of blood I’d seen…I shook my head to clear it. I’d wait until the doctors gave me some answers.

My phone rang as I pushed myself up off the chair.

“Hey, dipshit,” Bram said. “Where are you?”

I cursed and looked at the clock. We were supposed to pick Bram, Ani, and Arie up fifteen minutes ago. Goddamn it, we’d already been at the hospital for hours. Where the hell was my wife?

“I’m at the hospital with Sarai,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Bram asked worriedly. “What happened? Is she okay?”

I could hear Ani in the background asking the same questions.

“There was an accident.”

“What kind of accident?”

“Car accident,” I said, my voice wobbling. “She was backing out, and a truck hit her doing forty on a residential street.”

“The fuck?” Bram snapped angrily.

“It was bad,” I said. I cleared my throat. “She’s going to be okay, but we’ll be here for a while.”

“No problem,” he said. “We’ll rent a car.”

“I’m sorry, man,” I said with a sigh. “I didn’t even think to call you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bram replied. “You’ve got bigger things to worry about.”