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Something I hadn’t gotten to do with Vaughn. A tear leaked out of my eye, my heart squeezing so hard, I sucked in a pained breath. He didn’t know how much I loved him before he died.
“I told you to be gentle!” Sammy snapped at the doctor.
“Miss Vitucci… Er, Mrs. Reid,” he quickly amended when she growled at him. “I wasn’t even touching her when she began to cry.”
Wiping my tears away, I turned my head so they didn’t see a few more spilling over. “He didn’t hurt me, Sammy. I was just remembering.”
“Something that made you cry?” she asked softly. I nodded. “What, Abs?”
“That I didn’t tell Vaughn I love him. It’s my biggest regret.”
“That’s your biggest regret?” she whispered.
“Y-yeah. I guess I was waiting for him to say it first. And then he did, but there was no time to say it back.”
Sammy tucked my hair behind my ear, tenderly wiping away another tear. “He knew you loved him. You might not have said the words, but it was written all over you. How you touched him. The way you looked at him. Like his psychotic ass was the most perfect person in the world. You had hearts in your eyes.”
“I guess your parents cornered the market on crazy, because you’re even more insane than Vaughn.”
The doctor made a choking sound, like he’d almost swallowed his tongue. Eyes wide, he looked at me like he thought I was the insane one for insulting Sammy.
“She’s not scared of me, Doc,” Sammy told him with a smug grin. “She is one of a few people who doesn’t have anything to fear. Because she knows I’ll destroy anything that tries to hurt her.”
“No, it’s everyone else I love that I need to protect from you,” I muttered.
“See? She gets it.”
Doc cleared his throat, his unease only growing with each passing moment. I still wasn’t sure if he was an organ harvester for the black market, though. He gave off weird vibes that made me feel twitchy. “Other than swelling and some bruising, I don’t see any lasting damage to the face. No signs of concussion. And she appears coherent.”
“And the baby?” Sammy demanded before I could. “She fell earlier.”
“There were no obvious signs of blood mixed in the urine sample. She hasn’t complained of any cramping. It’s very early in the first trimester. A bump here or there is nothing to worry about. But if she does start bleeding heavily or feeling discomfort, I would recommend a visit to the emergency department. Not calling me. I won’t be able to help with a miscarriage.”
“How far along am I?” I cut in. He wasn’t even talking to me, the patient. His focus was on Sammy.
He pulled out his phone and typed in a few things. “When was the first day of your last period?”
“May fourth, I think.”
“That would put you at five weeks as of today since it’s now Saturday,” he announced, reading the information from his phone. “Your due date is February eighth. I suggest making an appointment with an obstetrician sooner rather than later. To calm the fears of your…family.”
Sammy hummed her agreement, giving me a relaxed smile. “Yes, you’re going to get the best care.”
“I’ll be sure to reassure your mother all is well,” Doc said, sweat dotting his brow.
Without taking her eyes off me, her smile still in place, Sammy pulled a gun from… Jesus Christ, I didn’t even know where. One moment, her hands were empty. The next, she had the muzzle of the weapon pressed to the doctor’s head. “You speak one word of any of this to Anya Vitucci, and I will carve your heart from your chest while it’s still beating.”
She swiveled her head around so she could meet the man’s wide, frightened eyes. He’d gone a sickly color, more gray than pale. I wondered if he was going to puke. Or pass out. Possibly even have a heart attack. Why I wasn’t startled by her sudden mood change, or the danger sparking off her like electricity, I didn’t know. Other than when I’d been scared of what she might do to Vaughn, I’d never truly been afraid of Sammy.
I was more interested in why she didn’t want her mom to know I was pregnant.
The doctor, on the other hand, seriously needed to fear her. But I couldn’t bring myself to expend any energy to care if she killed him or not. Part of me wondered if it would be a good thing if she did shoot him. Maybe it would keep homeless people safer since he wouldn’t be out there picking them up off the streets, harvesting their kidneys and hearts.
“Do you understand, Doc?” Sammy asked with a chilling smile for him.
“B-but Anya—”
“Will be the least of your problems if you so much as utter a single word about Abi Vaughn’s condition. To anyone.” She lowered the gun. “We wouldn’t want you to break any patient confidentiality laws, now, would we?”
