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“No, stay. I got it.”
She doesn’t think anything of it as he takes off toward the fridge. A few minutes later he comes back with three cups and two bottles of beer. He hands the cups to Skylar, Bree, and I.
“What is it?” Sky asks.
“Vodka and Cran.”
They both seem happy enough and Caleb winks at me before I take a sip. It’s only cranberry juice. Maybe tonight will work out after all.
I’M AT WORK WITH Dawson, finally being able to tolerate the smell of scones, when he starts asking when I’m going to tell Skylar. I feel horrible making him keep secrets from her, but Holden and I want to tell everyone else together.
“H comes home next Friday for our second appointment. We’ll announce it then.”
That answer seems to satisfy him, and he goes back to wiping down the tables. It’s nearly ten and I’m watching Holden’s game on my phone. They’re currently winning 3-1 and the camera spans to the crowd. Familiar black hair catches my eye and sucks the air right out of the room.
“No.” I whisper.
“What?” Dawson stops what he’s doing and looks at me.
I put my hand out. “Give me your phone.”
He doesn’t hesitate. I unlock it as soon as it’s in my hands and open Instagram. The second I type the username into the search, her profile comes up. Sure enough, the most recently posted picture is from tonight. She’s wearing a Bruins jersey and posing with one of her friends. I can’t see the number on it, but the caption makes my blood boil
Watching my favorite all-star dominate the ice.
Good luck @HoldenRivers ??
She’s there. She’s at his game and he didn’t tell me. Why didn’t he tell me? It only takes a second before the room starts to spin. Not being on my meds, it was inevitable for my anxiety to eventually win. When it comes to Bianca getting involved in my relationship, I don’t stand a chance.
My breathing becomes strenuous and my chest starts to hurt from gasping for air. Dawson calls my name, but I can’t respond. Just before everything goes black, I hear an operator coming through the speaker of his phone.
9-1-1. What’s your emergency?
WHEN I WAKE, I’VE got Dawson on one side and Caleb on the other. There is an IV in my right arm and a blood pressure cuff on my left. Between those and the oxygen tubes in my nose, I’m uncomfortable to say the least.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.” Dawson’s tone is quiet.
I look around the room, confused. “What happened?”
Caleb smiles sadly. “You had an anxiety attack. A pretty bad one from the looks of it.”
Thoughts of the baby flood through my mind, and I sit up in a panic. “The baby. What about the baby?”
“Shh.” Dawson soothes me. “They don’t think anything is wrong. They’re going to come back in a little while to run an ultrasound though, just to be sure.”
I settle back in the bed. My chest is still tight and I feel utterly exhausted. Instead of trying to get out of here, which I know is hopeless, I allow myself to drift back to sleep.
“Wake me up when the doctor comes in.” I mumble, just before my eyes droop closed.
A COUPLE HOURS LATER, I’m woken by a man dressed in a white coat. Dawson and Caleb are both still here, waiting patiently. I sit up and rub my eyes with my fists. Once I seem awake enough, the doctor reaches out his hand.
“Hi Kayleigh.
I’m Dr. Hagerman.” He greets me. “How are you?”
I shrug. “Well, judging by the fact that I’m here, I’d say I’ve been better.”
He laughs softly. “Understandable.” He looks down at the tablet screen. “It looks like you had a rather intense panic attack. Is that something new for you?”
