The underground clinic felt smaller than usual. Maybe it was because everyone had gathered around me, or maybe it was because fear had a way of shrinking every room until there was nowhere left to hide from it.
I lay on the examination bed while the doctor moved quickly between equipment and Knox stood beside me holding my hand so tightly that I could feel his fingers trembling.
I had never seen him look so frightened. Not when Razor attacked the clubhouse. Not when the Forge exploded. Not when federal agents surrounded us. Not even when he nearly bled to death. This was different.
This wasn't fear for himself. This was fear for me. For the baby.
"Relax your shoulders." The doctor said.
"I'm trying." I said.
"Try harder. I've dealt with stubborn people before." She said and I glared
