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He turned his head slightly.

“Nathan,” he said, calm as ever. “Hospital.”

My stomach dropped.

He was hurt.

He had to be.

He was just saying he was fine so I wouldn’t fall apart.

Chapter 39: Two Lines

By the time Nathan pulled up to St. Andrew’s emergency entrance, Knox was already reaching for the door. The car hadn’t fully stopped before he stepped out and came around to my side. Lena slipped out behind us, staying close, while Nathan drove off to park, Titan’s muffled whine fading as the doors shut.

Knox’s arm came around me the moment my feet hit the pavement, guiding me inside with his body angled protectively toward mine. The automatic doors slid open and cool air rushed over my skin. A nurse at the desk looked up, startled.

“She needs to be seen immediately,” Knox said, already moving us forward.

The nurse blinked, then straightened. “Of course. What happened?”

“She fainted,” he replied before I could speak, his hand tightening slightly at my back as if to keep me from arguing. “She had a concussion a few weeks ago.” A beat, then more calmly, “She’s also possibly pregnant.”

My head snapped toward him.

What?

He didn’t look at me. His focus stayed on the nurse.

Something in his tone must have done it, because she didn’t question him. “Alright. Come with me.”

She led us down a quieter hallway, away from the noise and crowd, into a private exam room. Knox stayed close the entire time, his hand never leaving me. Lena followed a few steps behind, her gaze constantly moving, checking every corner, every doorway. When we reached the room, she stopped outside, taking position by the door.

“Sit here,” the nurse said, gesturing to the exam table.

Knox helped me up, his hands steady at my waist until he was sure I wouldn’t sway.

“I’ll get the doctor,” the nurse added, already turning away.

The door clicked shut, and the room fell into a strange, suspended silence.

I turned to him. “Pregnant?”

Only then did he look at me.

His expression was serious. “You haven’t had your period.”

My mouth opened, then closed.

“You cried yesterday,” he went on. “At a commercial. A car commercial.”

“That was…” I trailed off, not even sure how to defend myself.

“And you’ve been tired,” he added. “Yawning constantly.”

“You keep me up,” I muttered.

“And the cravings.”