They hooked me up to an IV and wheeled me into a quiet, dimly lit delivery room. The contractions had stopped for now, giving me a breather- barely. Pinky was slumped in a chair in the corner, looking wrecked. Her eyes were red like she'd been crying.
"I made it," I muttered, staring at the ceiling with a tired smile. "I really thought I was going to die."
"But I'm the drama queen," Pinky grumbled, rubbing her face. "I'm so tired."
"You did great," I said with a weak smile.
"Shut up. I don't even remember how we got here."
"I still need to call Darius."
"I already did that," Pinky said, exhaling.
Shit. That means I'm about to get an earful.
"He's going to be pissed," I muttered.
"I bet he's running like crazy to get here," Pinky said. "And for once, you don't have to worry. I wasn't taunting him this time."
"You usually can't help yourself," I pointed out.
