CHAPTER 35
I WOKE UP in a different room, eggshell blue this time, flat-out on a gurney while a drip pumped goodness-knows-what into my arm. A grey-haired doctor stared down at me.
“I gather you’ve had a bit of a surprise, Miss Sullivan.”
A surprise? The only surprise was that my heart hadn’t given out.
“Something like that.”
“Well, I’m here to help you. You’re a little dehydrated, but when you feel better, we can talk things through. We’ll help you to make the best decision for you and the baby.”
Decision? What decision? Did he mean abortion?
Oh hell, he did mean abortion, didn’t he? I tried to be sick again, and a nurse thrust a paper bowl at me, but there was nothing left inside to come out.
“It’s okay, Gee. You’re doing well.”
Oh, thank goodness—Pippa was still with me. I turn
