She Was Never Just the Billionaire’s Wife (Natasha and Chase) novel Chapter 141

(Chase)

Natasha is on a gurney with paramedics around her.

Barely conscious.

Disturbingly pale.

Her hand is going up to her face and one of the paramedics is gently lowering it back down.

Lily is, against all reason, calm in the arms of another paramedic in green scrubs.

A man with a press lanyard is hovering at the edge of the cordon trying to get a quote from anyone who will give him one.

I want to break his jaw.

The only reason I don’t is because the cameras across the street would enjoy it too much, and Natasha needs me.

I rush to her side.

"I'm here. Everything’s going to be okay."

She turns her head, tries to say something, but her eyes are not quite tracking.

The paramedic next to her tells me, without looking up, that her blood pressure is in her boots and they’re going to take her in.

I take Lily from the woman in scrubs.

Lily makes a small joyous sound and then puts her face in my collar.

"I'm coming with her."

"Sir?"

"I'm coming with her."

The paramedic doesn’t argue.

He’s clearly decided I’m going to be a problem either way and the easier version is the one where I’m inside the ambulance.

I get in.

I have Lily on my lap and my wife's hand in my other hand and I don’t let go of either of them all the way to St. Jude's.

Natasha is conscious by the time we’re in the hospital.

She lies on the bed with her eyes on the ceiling and her hand still in mine because she hasn’t pulled it away, and I’m not going to be the one to let go first.

Even if she refuses to look at me.

The doctor is a young resident who tells us Natasha is dehydrated, her electrolytes are a mess, and her body has, in the doctor’s words, enforced a rest break.

They’re going to put her on fluids.

They want her to stay until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

She also tells us, in a slightly different voice, that my legal team has already requested the records from this incident.

I look at her.

"What?"

"They called the records department as soon as Mrs. Warren came in."

I close my eyes.

They saw her go down and decided it was an opportunity.

Natasha is still looking at the ceiling.

Her hand in mine hasn’t gone tense, which means she’s still too out of it to have caught that.

It’s the only good thing that’s happened to me today.

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