Read Online [Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me by Ryan Michele - Free Book Online

head and pulls into the emergency area. I open the door quickly and rush to the door. The rumbling of bikes in the distance catches my attention. I hope that’s him. I walk into the ER and immediately see Dr. Hernandez waiting for me.
    “Come.” She says no more, just ushers me into a wheelchair and pushes me down the long white corridor and into a room with lots of machines. Three nurses wait for us, helping me up out of the chair. They quickly help me out of my clothes and hand me a robe. Dr. Hernandez and Ma stay right by my side as I climb into the bed.
    The doors burst open and GT barrels in, panic evident on his face. “What’s wrong?” He ignores the doctor, nurses, and comes at me, but before I can speak, Ma stops him and begins talking to him in a low, calm voice. The small bit of relief having him here grips me. Together. We are in this together.
    “The blood was bright red, correct?” the doctor asks, pulling my attention away from GT and Ma.
    “Yes.” My voice comes out raspy like I haven’t had anything to drink for quite some time.
    “Let’s get the ultrasound over here first.” The nurse brings the machine over, setting it next to my head. She pulls my gown up and a nurse throws a blanket over my exposed flesh. Doctor Hernandez squirts the gel and puts the microphone back onto my stomach. Seconds later, I hear it. The thump that I heard back at her office echoes throughout the room. My eyes shoot over to GT’s and he freezes at the sound, running over to the other side of the bed next to me. He pulls my hand into his and clutches it as if I’d disappear at any moment. My heart fills.
    Ma gasps, but I don’t turn her way.
    “Look.” Dr. Hernandez points to the screen on the machine and my world stops. I didn’t think I could have any more tears, but I do and they pour down my face. A grainy black and white picture appears on the screen. It is the exact profile of a human face, from the curve of the eye, the tip of the nose, and even a small indentation for a mouth. I can’t really see the features or anything, but it’s all there.
    “Holy shit!” GT booms, making the nurses beside the machine jump.
    The doctor moves her hand to the screen. “See here.” She points at a little flicker. It’s like a light flashing. “That’s your baby’s heart beating.” I squeeze GT’s hand, bringing it to my lips, and kissing it.
    “I have no fucking words.” GT’s voice is shaky and a slight squeeze on my foot has me looking down that way. Ma is standing there, her eyes leaking just like mine. I give a short smile and turn back to the monitor.
    “See how the baby is positioned.” She gestures to the screen, showing us an entire side profile, including stomach and little bitty legs. “There’s no way to tell the sex of baby. But look at that.” The little baby on the screen lifts its tiny little arm and it looks as if it’s waving to us. Sobs rack my body as the doctor pushes some more buttons. Dr. Hernandez smiles and turns to me with a deadly serious look. “This is all really good, Casey, but we have to find out why you bled. I’m going to do an exam, get your blood drawn, and we are going to get the tests going. We’re gonna hook you up to a bunch of monitors to get reads on the baby. It’s going to be overwhelming for a little while, but it’s what needs to be done.”
    “Okay,” I say, not taking my eyes off the screen. Dr. Hernandez moves the wand away from my stomach and my heart aches, not seeing my baby.
    She turns to GT. “Here.” She hands him three small rectangles of pictures and his eyes light up like she just gave him the world. “You hold on to these while we get her tests going. You have to wait out in the waiting room for just a little bit and I’ll come back and get you.”
    “Is the baby okay?” GT asks, not budging toward the door, his eyes glued to the doctor while he clutches the pictures.
    “Everything on the monitor and the ultrasound looks good, but