89. Wake

~ COLTON ~

The police siren rang loudly in the background as Colton speeded away. Sitting in the passenger seat, Sierra was groaning and writhing in pain, and blood kept dripping from the side of her stomach. Damon glanced at her every chance he could, and every time he saw the blood pooling on the seat and dripping to the floor, he felt sick to his stomach.

“Col…” Sierra tried to speak, but she was too weak.

“Yes, princess, I’m right here,” he shakily put a hand on her, while still trying to focus on the road.

“Co…”

“Ssh, don’t speak, it’s okay,” he cooed. “You’ll be alright, I promise,”

Colton’s eyes were welling up with tears. His voice cracked as he spoke. He couldn’t bear looking at her like this, writhing in blood and pain. And not just that, he didn’t even want to think about the baby. If something happened to her or to the baby, he wouldn’t know how to live with himself.

Luckily for Colton, after a short drive down the hill, he saw a small hospital with an ER sign. Using all