Roxanne drove as fast as she could, weaving through various cars to speed to the emergency room. Since she didn't know what was wrong, she didn't know how much time she had before something catastrophic happened to her father, whose groans grew louder as he doubled over in pain.
She wanted to drop him off at the emergency room door, but he insisted they park and walk in. Through the parking lot, her father scuttled, hunched over a little, clearly in pain near his waist.
Inside, they waited a few minutes before nurses whisked him away in a wheel chair for some tests. Roxanne texted Tom to let him know where she was. Looking down and rubbing her belly, she hoped the doctors could help her father; she wanted her father to be able to meet his grandchild.
After a few hours of waiting, Roxan
