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Placing the knife on the cutting board, I pulled out my phone, and knowing the ringtone, I took the call without glancing at the display. “Hello?”
“Hey, sweetie. We’ve got a case for you. Can you come?” I loved Stella. Freaking loved her.
Smiling, I nodded, and then said, “Yeah, be there in fifteen.”
It was then that I registered with what she said next, what was going on, because her voice was super soft, “Okay, we will see you soon.”
Hanging up the phone, I placed it in my back pocket, leaned into Lena, and said, “Case at the hospital. I’ll call you later.”
She nodded, then placed her hand on my forearm, “We will be talking about everything and if what that bitch said is true, then we are kicking Tank’s ass.”
Sighing, because she wouldn’t let this go, I nodded, and then without another word I walked out of the clubhouse, got in my car, and drove to the hospital.
The playlist I created for this very thing, blared out of my speakers, boosting me up for what lay ahead of me tonight.
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“Hey Stella,” I called out softly after I did the required steps before I stepped into the closed off room.
She whipped her head around and smiled. But I didn’t like that smile. Not one bit. It was her sad smile, with fury laced in it.
“Come meet this little girl,” she said, and then I made my way to her.
Stella’s smile was barely there, but it was there. However, no one could miss the anger that bubbled just below the surface in her deep blue eyes, “She was just abandoned by her mother who mind you walked out of the hospital AMA. She’s sixteen weeks too early. And her system isn’t going to handle her going through detox. The mom has been taking heroin for the entirety of her pregnancy apparently.” That was all that she had to tell me. Stella looked at me and asked softly, “You up for it?”
Tears welled in my eyes.
This poor angel. This poor sweet angel.
Nodding, I carefully lifted the little girl into my arms and took her to our angel room without another word.
Our angel room was just to the right of the unit. It was painted in a soft gray, with white accents and lavender touches. It was the essence of a calm space.
Laying the little cutie in a cushioned cart, I took off my shirt, and my bra, tagged a blanket to cover us, and then I lifted the precious angel into my arms and cuddled her close.
Settling into the light-colored gray rocker, I started to softly rock her as I rubbed circles over her back and started to sing a soft lullaby to her.
Her soft little breaths fanned against my neck.
They were drawn out, and slow.
I knew she didn’t have long.
But no way in hell was she going to pass on without knowing that someone had her back for the mere hours she was here.
Hitting the chorus of the lullaby my dad used to sing to me when I couldn’t sleep as a baby, I pressed a kiss to her dark blonde-haired head and closed my eyes as I inhaled her baby scent.
I continued singing to her, and thankfully, her cries and whimpers stopped during the first chorus.
Just as I went to stop rubbing circles into her back, that was when I noticed it.
It fucking killed me.
Slayed me.
The thought that a human being could have no freaking care for others astounded me.
Because this little precious cutie hadn’t even had the chance to show the world what she could become.
