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“Caitlin is O negative. So am I. I can donate,” she tells the nurse while Sam stands behind her, silent.
“Thank you. We never turn away donors and can get that set up for you. I’ll be back as soon as we have more information.”
“Wait—” I stop her. “Is she going to be okay? Caitlin? The baby? They’re going to be okay, right? They have to be okay.”
“We’re doing everything we can, Mr. Sinclair.”
And as she walks away, I feel my world fall out from beneath my feet.
That wasn’t an answer.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve felt true fear in my life, but I’ve never felt fear like this before.
Within twenty minutes, half of both our families are crammed into the waiting room while we wait for Amelia’s sister-in-law and Kenzie’s partner at the practice, Dr. Wren Davenport, to get us more information.
My parents and siblings are all around me, trying to give support.
To give strength.
Everyone wants to be here for Caitlin.
But I don’t want them here. We wanted it to be us. Her and me and our baby.
We didn’t want a crowd. Not for this. And now I’m part of that crowd instead of being with her.
I’m supposed to be back there, not in this fucking room while she’s fighting by herself.
I need to be with her.
With my daughter.
A different nurse, a slightly older one in darker pink scrubs, enters the room, and my heart stops beating as she looks hesitantly around at the massive amount of people filling the room. “I’m looking for Caitlin Beneventi’s family...” she calls out, and Sam, Amelia, and I all stand.
I don’t care that they’re her parents.
That’s my family.
I move in front of them. “That’s me. That’s my family. What the hell is happening?”
“Dr. Hayes will be out as soon as she can to fill you in on everything. But I can take you back now to meet your daughter.”
Someone could have hit me with a ten-ton anvil, and it would have hurt less.
I sway on my feet and feel the vomit crawl up my throat.
“What about Caitlin?” The room stands still. “Where’s Caitlin?” My voice shakes as it booms in the otherwise quiet room, but I can’t stop it. “I need to see her,” I plead.
“She’s still in with Dr. Hayes. I can’t take you in there. But I can introduce you to your daughter.”
“No—” I answer immediately. “We’re supposed to meet her together.”
The tears gather in my eyes.
Any man who says they don’t cry has never been faced with the possibility of losing the love of their life. They’ve never been unable to save them, forced to stand by, useless.
My mom puts her hand on my back. “Sweetheart, Caitlin doesn’t want you to leave Anastasia alone. Go. Stay with your daughter until you can introduce her to her mother. You’ll be the first person they come to, no matter where you are.”
My heart sinks. “Is she okay? My daughter... Are her lungs okay?”
