Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 87

Killian’s POV

My mind was blank as we rushed Astrid to the hospital. After she fell to the ground, our Pack warriors arrived to help us, and we brought her to the hospital as soon as we could.

I held Astrid’s hand as comfort, and I never took my eyes off her as we rushed her to the emergency room.

My hands trembled slightly as I gazed upon her still form, her breathing faint and shallow as she lay on the hospital bed.

Her once steady rhythm of pulse now faltered as I pressed my fingers against her wrist, filling me with a growing sense of dread.

My eyes dart nervously to her abdomen. The swell is a stark reminder of the precious life growing inside of her.

The precious life that could also be mine.

I was taken aback when a nurse blocked me from my path, separating me from Astrid. I held my arm out to Astrid as the nurses continued to push her away from me and entered the emergency room.

“Sir, you need to wait outside. No one is allowed inside the emergency room,” the nurse explained to me when he saw my expression.

My shoulders slumped, and I opened my mouth to protest, but I stopped myself, knowing that they just wanted what was best for Astrid. It’s best for Astrid if I do as they say.

I could only watch as the nurse turned away, disappearing through the swinging doors.

I just stood there dreadfully, with a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.

“Astrid! What happened to her?! Where is she?!” Drysta shouted, filling the hallways with his loud voice.

He held me by my collar as he forced me to face him.

“She’s inside the emergency room,” I spoke lifelessly.

Drystan’s face ran cold, and his hold on my shirt loosened. He took a step back and stared at the emergency room, fear clouding his face.

“H-how is she?” Drystan asked me. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

The heavy silence that hung between us only heightened the sense of dread coiling in the pit of his stomach.

“She’s in critical condition,” I answered him, unable to look at his face.

“Is she going to be okay? What about the child? Is he alright?” Drystan asked with a desperate look in his eyes.

I finally lifted my eyes to him when I heard his question. I am surprised by the way he addressed Astrid’s child; it seemed like the life inside of her wasn’t his at all.