Tate could not help but blame himself, as he held onto Viola’s hand whilst she was crying in pain on the couch. He knew why the paramedics were taking long, after all the roads were still in a bad shape after the storm.
But at this point Tate felt that they should have been a bit faster and more than ten minutes has passed. He looked back at Viola, who was in a pain as tears escaped her eyes and he tried to be hopeful but he knew that their journey was over.
He held her hands as she squeezed it, but that did not bother him all he wanted was for Viola and the baby to be okay. Tate rocketed from the couch as soon as he heard the Paramedic siren and in no time Viola was lifted onto a stretcher and was on her way to the hospital.
At the back of the paramedic van he could not bear to look a
