CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Eva reached for her belly. It had gone hard as a rock.
“Something's wrong!” She cried.
In the periphery of her vision, Madden floundered. “What…I…”
Rick was there in a moment. He looked her over once. “Doctor Scott, listen to me. You need to breathe. Slowly, regularly. You are panicking and will pass out if you do not. Breathe.”
Eva forced herself to inhale. The effort against the cramps in her stomach was nearly more than she could manage.
“And again. Breathe.”
Another breath, a little easier.
“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”
With each breath, the pain subsided and did not return. When she was able, she lay down on the sofa, her head in Madden’s lap. It was clear he was shaken by her episode, and was grateful to be able to comfort her. Eva clutched his hand to reinfo
