The steady, rhythmic beep... beep... beep of the heart monitor dragged Emily back to reality.
She opened her eyes. Everything ached. Her muscles felt heavy, and a dull, terrifying pressure throbbed deep in her abdomen.
Panic flared. Her hand flew to her stomach, fingers trembling against the rough hospital gown.
"The baby is stable, Emily."
Tony's low, commanding voice cut through the quiet. He was standing at the foot of her bed, his face filled with relief and pride.
Beside him, Doctor Julius stared down at her medical chart and results.
"He's right," doctor Julius said, stepping forward to adjust her IV line. "What you experienced was an acute hypertensive crisis. Your blood pressure rose to a level that nearly triggered a placental abruption. Your body is simply asking you to take it easy."
Emily swallowed hard. She stared fixedly at the ceiling, refusing to look at Tony.
