Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 37 (Sleeping Beauty)

Ethan's POV

My phone rang in my pocket as I sat in the helicopter. Detective Sam had gotten some news. Emma

was at a local hospital north of my current location. I instructed my helicopter pilot to change course. I

was relieved that she was found and at a hospital. She would get the treatment that she needed there.

We landed on the hospital's roof top and moved towards the entrance. I took the elevator down and

arrived at the fourth floor. A receptionist stood behind a desk flipping through papers. She gave me a

pleasant smile as I approached.

"Hello, I'm Ethan Hollen. I'm looking for my fiancee, Emma Cole."

She fixed her hair with her fingers and drew out her large chest as she smiled. Maybe she wanted to

impress me, but it wasn't working. I was only attracted to one woman.

"Yes, Mr. Hollen. She's in recovery 0-10 on the third floor. It's only one floor down." She batted her

eyelashes like a doll.

"Thank you," I said back before looking at her with disgust and turning my back. I headed downstairs.

"Ethan Hollen. I'm here to see my fiancee, Emma Cole," I said to three nurses at a table on the

entrance of the ward. I didn't care about being discreet anymore. All I wanted was to see my Emma.

"We've been expecting you, sir. Right this way," one of the nurses instructed and she led me to the

room.

She opened the door and I walked in slowly, eyes affixed on a motionless Emma lying on a bed with an

IV and a SATS monitor above her head. There were bruises and cuts on her face. Her eyes were

swollen underneath, showing signs that she had been crying rapidly.

I couldn't stop the tears that flooded my eyes and fell upon my cheeks. I sat down on a chair beside the

bed, studying her face for any movements.

"Baby, I'm here. I need you to wake up," I said in a whisper, taking her hand into mine.

"Mr. Hollen, she hasn't woken up since she arrived, and that's not a good sign," a doctor said as she

walked in.

"How is she?"

"She has been unconscious for hours without any signs of movement. Her vitals are stable enough to

make a recovery soon, hopefully today or tomorrow. She has been given fluids and medication to

assist, but we cannot administer any other sort of medication in case it posses risk to the baby. You do

know she's three weeks pregnant?"

I heaved a sigh with a little happiness as she mentioned the word "baby". The promise of being a father

gave me hope and kept me together, otherwise I might have been falling apart.

"Thank you so much, doctor." I rubbed my temples, not taking my eyes off Emma.

"You're welcome. I'll give you some privacy now. If there are any changes, please press the red button

against the bed," she pointed to a red button with the word "Alert".

When she left the room I turned to Emma. "Emma, baby I need you to wake up. If you can hear me,

please show me a sign, baby."

She only lie there, eyes closed and small rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing on her own but

she just wasn't waking up. Why?

I sat for two straight hours until my butt became numb and I needed to stretch my legs. I got up and

paced the room as I cast quick looks at her. I exhaled deeply. I couldn't bare it anymore. I couldn't

stand to see her like this, as if she were in a coffin. Dead.

"Emma. I'm right here, baby. I need you to wake up. The baby and I need you to wake up. You can't

continue like this, baby. I need you to fight and wake up, please, Emma."

I was in tears again as I said those words to her. If she didn't wake up soon, the baby could be in

danger. Still, nothing happened. I left the room for a cup of coffee in the cafeteria. I was exhausted.

I sat beside the bed again when I returned back to the room. She was still motionless. I sipped the

coffee and immediately wanted to throw it away because it wasn't like Emma's. I was addicted to her

coffee.

She seemed peaceful, despite the cuts and bruises and other pains she may have endured.

The door opened slightly and the doctor walked in again. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," I answered, disappointed, and rose to my feet.

"I want to keep her here for observation."

"Like hell you will. I'm taking her with me."

"Mr. Hollen, I'm not authorized to let you do that. She needs to stay here."

"For what? There's nothing more y'all can do for her, and I'm not asking you for your permission to take

her."

"Sir, with all due respect, you may be a billionaire, but money won't be able to save her, or the baby, if

something happens in transit. Just give us one more day."

I wanted Emma under my private doctors' care. They were trained, certified and the best. I trusted

them with my life. There was nothing more this hospital could do, other than monitor her. What if she

never woke up on her own? She couldn't be given any specific medication and drugs because they

could harm the baby.

I brushed her off as I called it in. Emma was transported to the helicopter on the roof top and we flew

out with her, still motionless.

My medical team was already waiting at the mansion when we arrived. Emma was placed in the

mansion's medical room and they tended to her immediately.

Halley was in a panic as I pulled her out of the room.

"You need to be strong Halley, she'll be alright."

"I hope so," she cried and buried her face in my chest. NôvelDrama.Org content.

I patted her back and told her to have a seat in the living room to calm herself down.

"Sir, we have good news," one of the doctors said we met in the hall.

"What is it?" I asked with relief, hoping she was now awake.

"The good news is, she's awake and she's asking for you."

I was happy and relieved to hear those words. I approached the room.

Emma was sitting on the bed. Her eyes shone bright as they fell on me. She opened her arms for a hug

and I rushed into her, tenderly placing kisses on her face and hands. I laid her back on the pillow, afraid

she might pass out again. She needed good rest and not too much excitement.

"Hi," she said to me with a smile.

I was too happy to answer. I kissed her forehead instead. Tears of happiness came but I brushed them

away.

I left her to rest.

"Mr. Hollen, she'll make a full recovery," the doctor said as we walked towards the living room, "but, the

bad news, she just miscarried."

A fuse went off in my head.