MISSY
With my wet hair tied up on my head and the first outfit I blindly grabbed from the closet on my body, I helped Maddox into the car and then raced through the streets to the clinic. I pulled right up to the doors where thankfully, the nurse was waiting with a wheelchair.
She helped me sit him in it then we rushed back through the office. She brought him to a room that looked more like a hospital room than the other exam rooms we had been in previously. We were getting him into the bed when a young doctor came in.
“Holy s**t,” she gasped. “Sorry. Excuse my language, but what the hell is happening?”
She rushed over and started helping the nurse. “He was vomiting blood,” I said.
“And you haven’t brought him here sooner?” she shot at me.
“He’s been seeing Dr. Alcott for weeks!”
