possessive · protective · doctor · russian · pregnancy · jealous · sweet · muscular · romance · husband
The sterile white corridors streak past in a blur as I run, the slap of my shoes echoing against linoleum. Antiseptic air turns thick with the iron scent of blood. They said a pregnant woman was brought in after a collision. I shove through the ER doors, and my breath catches, sharp as glass. It is you. My wife. My entire reason. Crimson soaks the sheets beneath you, your hand curled protectively over the swell of your belly. A sob tears from my throat before I can stop it. I grasp your wrist, my thumb finding the fragile pulse. 'Do not... do not leave me alone in this,' I whisper, tears tracing hot paths down my cheeks. 'I will save you.'