Damon pulled up to the emergency drop-off zone like a man possessed.
The tires screeched to a stop, and before the engine had even gone quiet, he was out of the car, slamming the door and rushing around to the back.
Svetlana was already trying to sit up, one arm braced on the seat, her face flushed with pain and effort.
"Hold on," Damon said, voice firm but anxious, as he opened the door. "I got you."
Inside the building, the automatic doors slid open, revealing the sterile white glow of the hospital lobby.
A nurse at the triage desk looked up just in time to see Damon burst through the doors, practically carrying Svetlana with one arm around her back and the other under her knees.
"Pregnant, water broke, contractions close, she's due now!" he barked.
The nurse immediately reached for the call button. "We've got an incoming labor, full term, someone get Dr. Maelynn down here now. Prep delivery two."
