I drove her to the hospital where I had a private wing take her in. The nurses wheeled her away and told me to wait a few for the doctor to see her.
I wasn’t the one to wait around for things, I wanted answers now.
But the nurses here were just as tough as I was and I didn’t feel like fighting any nurses.
I paced the small private waiting room that I personally had designed for the utmost comfort.
But right now the only thing I felt was anxiety.
What if Stacy was lying?
What if the baby wasn't healthy?
Why the fuck did I feel vulnerable? I was Grant Carter, I was invincible, God.
Yet this one girl, Stacy, brings me back to mortal form. Along with all the maladies that came with it.
Love, worry, concern, and the worst of all, pain.
The nurses approached me with coffee and water to see if they could calm me down.
"Sir, would you like to take this? It will make you calmer," a nurse said with a silver plate of a small paper cup and a tiny yellow pill.
"No thank you. I'm good."
No God needed medication.
The doctor strode out with his pad. I willed myself to stay calm and met the doctor with a good handshake.
"Hello Mr. Carter, we're giving Ms. Endow liquids and making sure she's well and hydrated. She says she might be pregnant. We'll be doing the test shortly."
"So she's okay for now? Can I see her?"
The doctor nodded his head with a smile. "Of course. Follow me."
Following the doctor my phone buzzed in my pocket. The doctor stopped and turned around to see me take out my phone.
“Room twenty three,” he whispered, walking off.
I nodded my head to let him know I understood and answered the call.
“Rob, twice in one day. Something wrong?” I leaned on the wall next to Stacy’s room.
I contemplated about going in while I was on the phone, but in her state that’d be tacky and stupid of me.
Neither tackiness nor stupidity was my style.
"I have some information that I have gathered,” Rob said. “That is, if you still want to hear it."
I hesitated. I was pretty sure Rob probably put a PI on Stacy, to find out what she was doing with all the money. I hadn’t told him to do it, but, he probably felt it was his job to protect me.
I had held off on finding out anything through my resources. I had wanted to have Stacy tell me the truth.
She said she trusted me, but that could be a lie too.
She wasn’t telling me where she was going me for a reason. Either she was lying about not seeing someone else, or she was in danger. For those reasons, I should find out, I told myself. Plus, I was about to get news of whether she was pregnant with my child. These things could really affect the future.
If Stacy wasn't going to tell me and Rob had information, I should let him talk.
And I had to let go of that false idea that kept me hanging in the air by a drawstring. I needed the truth or else my business would suffer from the lack of my full attention.
"What is it, Rob? Tell me everything."
Rob’s chair creaked in the background as he shifted his weight. Clearing his throat, I heard him shuffle some papers around. "The people she talks to are very secretive. We couldn't get any info out of them. But there's this restaurant she's going to every night. There's a guy there who chats her up—"
"A guy?!" I said, perking up off the wall. My heart began to quicken. Had I fallen that weak that I lost my morals?
"Did they touch?" I barked.
"No. Just talking. Him and another girl."
My head began to pound and blood rushed through my veins like a roller coaster ride.
"Anything else?"
"No, I had the black market checked to see if she was marked or anything. But everything checks out. The only thing is," Rob coughed and cleared his throat again, "is that her mother has lost her job, and was behind on rent. I guess that could account for all those cash withdrawals," he pointed out.
I was glad that there could be some reasonable explanation for that. But that wasn’t what I was focused on.
The only thing on my mind now was who the hell this guy was.