MARCEL'S POV
"Hospital. We need to get you to the hospital." I muttered beneath my breath, one hand on the wheel, while my left arm pressed over her abdomen. I swallowed hard, my eyes Boeing deeper into hers. A sigh eased through my lips while I bit slowly against my lips.
"Please... Just sort the entire thing out," she pleaded again, gritting her teeth.
"You'll die; we need to calm you down!" I snapped, anger eating within me. Why must she be so foolish?.
"I can't.. Please take me home, Marcel, please. I can't go anywhere near a hospital, she pleaded before pressing her eyes closed.
" Evelyn?!" I called out but she had slipped out of consciousness.
"Siri? Please call Dr. Murphy for me." I ordered as she connected to the car's Bluetooth, and I drove straight home. Lucky
