I have no earthly idea who she’s pleading with. “Listen to me,” I say, raising my voice, hoping that some part of what I’m saying will get through. “You are safe, Jessa. You’re with me now.”
The shaking subsides somewhat, but not enough to reassure me that she’s out of the woods. I keep soaking the towel and running it along her forehead. I’m still doing it when Dr. Mathers walks back into the room.
“How’s she doing?” she asks coolly.
“You tell me,” I snap. “I’m not paying you ten grand a day for f*****g nothing.”
She takes that in stride and gives me only a polite smile. “Would you mind moving to the side a little so I can examine her?”
I get up reluctantly and watch as she gets out her stethoscope to check Jessa’s vitals.
When she starts examining her stomach, Jessa moans violently
