WADE
The cab comes to a stop outside the hospital, and I barely hear the driver's voice as I shove cash into his hand, jump out, and rush inside. Nurses and doctors immediately notice me and rush to help. I'm wired, frantic, and running on pure adrenaline as I follow the gurney being pushed to the emergency room.
"She is pregnant," I tell them, and they ask me more questions to better understand her condition, medical history, and any urgent concerns, such as her allergies, and blood type.
And as I answer the questions as best I can, it becomes clear that we don't really know each other. I can’t say what her blood type is, and while I knew she smoked when we first met, I haven’t seen her smoke since we got back together. So, I’m not sure if she still does or not.
We didn’t get a cha
