One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

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LUCAS’ POV.

Seeing Emily fall like that seemed to send a bolt of shock to my chest. Staring at her on the floor was worse.

As I dashed down the stairs towards her, careful not to tumble myself, I kept dreading the pool of blood that was yet to seep out of her head.

I knelt next to her, and placed a hand on her cheek.

“Emily.” I called, with wide eyes.

She didn’t respond, and I checked her head. Thankfully, there was no sign of wetness and blood.

I looked around for the maids, but there was none. Didn’t they hear her scream? Were they even in the house?

I lifted Emily into my arms, and noticed something wet. Carefully, I managed to get a sight of my hand, and saw it was covered in blood.

She was bleeding!

Not from her head, but from…

Confused, I ran across the living rooms, and through the door leading to the foyer. No maids were in sight.

I opened the door, and ran to my car with Emily’s hair crowding her face.

“Emily.” I tried calling again, but there was no response from her. Getting into the driver’s seat, I turned back to look at her, and started the ignition.

What could be wrong with her, I had no idea.

Was a part of her bleeding? Her belly? Her back? Did she cut herself? Where did the blood come from?

Was it going to be something serious?

I drove out the large gates, and made my way towards the roads.

The traffic was something else. Why was it when I was in a hurry that I had to be stuck in traffic? I glanced back at Emily severally to be sure she was fine, and wasn’t bleeding anywhere else, but that didn’t help my impatience.

I didn’t even know if she was breathing, but I knew she was still warm, and that was a great relief on its own.

The traffic moved slowly, but eventually we got out of it, and I raced to the nearest hospital.

Immediately the ER doctors saw me rushing with her in my arms, they came to me with a stretcher, and laid her on it.

“She fell down the stairs. She’s not bleeding from her head, but I don’t know where the bleeding comes from.” I said, breathing harshly, as they rushed her away, checking at the same time for signs of life, and consciousness.

I watched them go with her into a ward, and I sighed, sitting on the waiting bench. Thousands of questions seemed to form in my mind, all awaiting urgent answers, but I could find none.

Shortly, A nurse came to me with a form, telling me to fill in Emily’s details, such as her name, age, and stuff. I struggled to remember most of the information, but managed to fill out at least half of the requirements.

Just then, a call came in. If was from Tray. I picked it up.

“Why aren’t you here, Lucas? You didn’t show up for the meeting at all. Where are you?” He asked, immediately the call was connected.

“What meeting?” I asked, confused.

“Of course the meeting we were to hold to decide whether or not to invest in J&B Automobiles.” He snapped.

“That’s not… I thought it was canceled last week?” I asked.

“I told you it was postponed. It was today. I reminded you yesterday of… Oh gosh, I didn’t remind you yesterday. Okay, that part is my fault, but you should have remembered it was today.”

“I don’t even remember you telling me about a meeting.”

“Oh my God. What if I didn’t tell you?” He asked, like he was having a moment of epiphany.

I bit my lip. “I’m a hundred percent sure that’s the case.”

“I’m sorry. I just have too much on my mind lately.”

“That’s okay. Look, I’ll call you later. I have to deal with something.” I said, as I saw a doctor approaching me.

I ended the call, and got to my feet.

“You’re the man who brought the patient who fell down the stairs?” He asked, and I nodded.

“How is she doing? Is she fine?” I asked, and he nodded.

“There’s…”

“Can I see her? Just for a while. You’ll be in your office, right?” I asked, and before he replied, I went to the ward.

Of course, the rational thing to do was to hear the report from the doctor first, but I wanted to see her first. I just wanted my eyes to judge if she was fine.

I walked in, and stood next to her. She was noticeably breathing, and seemed peaceful. She had been dressed in hospital clothes, and I disliked the way it made her seem like a long-term patient.

Apart from that, she seemed to be fine.

I turned around, and left her room, making my way to the doctor’s office. I met a nurse in the corridor, and asked her for directions, which she kindly gave.

When I got to the doctor’s office, I knocked, and heard him give me the permission to come in.

I walked in, and saw him with papers on his desk. He picked out a few he had kept to the side, and offered me a seat.

I sat in front of him, and waited.

“She had a mild concussion. It’s not that serious. Just a shock to her brain. She might have trouble concentrating, and headaches, and she may or not quickly recall what happened. She will need lots of sleep, food and rest to fully recover. Aside from that, there were a few bruises.” He said, then began to bring out another report.

I sighed in relief. It was nothing serious.

“So, as for the baby, she lost it.” He added, and I raised a brow. Did he know the patient he was talking about?

“Baby?” I asked.

“Yes. We detected that she was pregnant, but lost the baby.”

“You’re talking about the brunette who fell down the stairs.”

“Yes, the brunette who fell down the stairs.” He replied confidently, and I swallowed.

Pregnant??