The sound of Bailey’s heart monitor blaring startles me awake. The loud, incessant beeping has doctors and nurses scrambling into the room.
“What’s going on?” I snapped, panic settling deep in the pit of my stomach.
She still looks so peaceful lying motionless in the bed.
None of the people rushing around her bedside said anything, so I snarled again, allowing my Alpha aura to seep out, “WHAT IS HAPPENING?”
An older nurse finally turns towards me, her brows pinched together, and eyes narrowed, “If you stand aside, we will find out. Don’t make me have you removed.”
I grit my teeth and stand back, allowing the doctors and nurses to poke and prod Bailey. Her monitor is still going crazy, and the sound is driving me mad. I can’t focus because I don’t know what is happening and I need a
