“It’s okay, dulzura; it’s okay. I’ll take care of you. It will be fine.” He handed her the wadded-up towel. “Use this to stop the bleeding while I call an ambulance.”
“Don’t leave me,” she begged as he turned to exit the room.
“Just to the next room to get your phone. I’ll be back in a second,” he promised. Her phone was on the night table beside the bed, and he quickly dialed emergency services, then found the number for her OB/GYN and told her to meet them at the hospital. When he returned to the bathroom, Camile was clutching the already blood-soaked towel between her legs. He grabbed more and held out a fresh one to her.
This was too much blood. Camile could go into shock. Feeling helpless for the first time in his life, Christian tried to think logically. He needed to keep her warm
