"Are you out of your mind?"
Oliver growled low, shaking off the hands gripping his collar with visible irritation.
With a loud crash, April let out a sharp scream as the office chair tipped over, sending her sprawling onto the floor along with a mess of scattered papers and toppled things.
Clutching her stomach, April stared at Oliver in disbelief. Words of anger were already at the tip of her tongue, but instead, a cold, sinking sensation spread beneath her. And in that instant, Oliver's expression changed completely.
"Oliver, my stomach..."
Snapping back to his senses, Oliver didn't hesitate. He scooped her up in his arms and bolted out the door.
"Get the car ready! We're heading to the hospital-now!"
*****
Come lunchtime, the jewelry design department at Shaw G
