~Louise~
When we arrived at the room, Doctor Anderson was waiting in his white scrubs. A pair of rubber gloves hung over his medical bag on the table beside the bed, beside an open wrap holding scissors and sutures. Raine and Jo were gone. Why had they abandoned me now, when I needed them most? Did they leave because of Maddison? Or were they just tired of my whining, my weakness? The thought stung almost as much as the ache in my lower abdomen.
The antiseptic smell of the room stung my nostrils, a sterile assault on top of the deeper, more primal fear churning in my gut. Doctor Anderson smiled, a gentle, reassuring crinkle around his eyes that did little to soothe the tremor in my hands. He gestured to the bed. Where he had laid a protective sheet.
“Tyrone, lay Louise here, please.” He
