Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0526

Coldness fills my body as my breath comes rapidly. I can't breathe as the pain in my chest intensifies. I bring Gunner close to me, holding on to him like he is a lifeline.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. She has to be fine.

I repeat those words over and over again like a fucking mantra, because it's the only thing that's keeping me from losing it.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Something has to give. She can't leave now. Not when Gunner just decided to give her a chance. To accept her back into his life. I know my son, Emma, dying would devastate him. He's only wish was to have a mother. For Emma to be his mother and accept him. It would be cruel if he finally got the chance only for him to lose her.

*She's okay. She's okay," Eric announces, relief sounding in his voice.

I have never been so happy to hear words. The relief is immense as a ray of hope begins to shine in the otherwise dark cloud that had surrounded us.

I sink against the van. Air whooshes out of me in relief. I watch her vitals like a hawk. Praying nothing happened again. My eyes keep alterating from her vitals to the rising of her chest. Those two keep me sane. Keep me from completely losing it. Like I said, no matter what, Emma will always have a special place in my heart.

I am so focused on her that I don't register the fact that the van has stopped. It's only when the door opens that it finally hits me. We were at the hospital. They gently get her out of the van, and we follow behind them.

*Is she going to be okay, Dad?" His voice is so small. It's filled with worry and fear.

I hug him close to me. Squeezing him in an attempt to assure him without really uttering the words, because how can I? How can I tell him that his mother will be okay when I am not really sure?

We pick our pace and run after them. They rush to the emergency section, shouting orders as a bunch of nurses and doctors start rushing in a flurry of movements.

*Prep the surgery room immediately and get her to Radiology. I need those results now," one of the doctors urges as he moves Emma and checks the back of her head.

No one tells us anything as they rush her to one of the rooms. Ten minutes or so later, they come out with Emma in a hospital gown. They rush past us and take her to the operating room.

My heart is racing as everything is happening. I can barely think as every little thing overwhelms me. I am taken back to when Ava was shot and we almost lost her. At that thought, I turn to Gunner.

*Stay here, okay?" I tell him. "I need to make a phone call and let the others know."

He doesn't even look at me. His eyes focused on the door they took Emma in. He just nods his head.

I get to the nurse's station. "Can I please use your telephone? I left mine at home and I need to call the rest of her family."

"You are with the lady that was just rushed in?" she asks, her face drawn in sympathy.

"Yes,"

"Here," she hands me the phone.

It's when I have it in my hands that I realize that I don't know her mom's number or Travis's. I calm down, pushing away the panic that was threatening to overcome me. I dial the only other number I know, like the back of my hand.

"Hello"

"H-hey Ava," I say, my voice trembling a bit.

*Calvin? Is that you? What's wrong? Is everything okay with Gunner? You sound terrified," she throws the questions at me rapidly, without giving me the chance to answer.

Fuck! Get it together, Calvin. Get it the fuck together. I scream at myself.

"I need you to contact Emma's mother and Travis and come to the hospital," I mumble, all of a sudden feeling tired and worn out.

"Why?"

*Emma was hit by a car. We are at the hospital, and she is in surgery." I all but whisper the words.

There is a shocked gasp at her end and a crash.

"W-we are on our way. I'll let them know," she stammers, her voice laced with pain.

I hang up the phone and just lean against the nurse's station for a while. It's hard to breathe as my emotions threaten to drown me.

*You okay, honey?" I look up to see an elderly nurse staring at me with worry.