Chapter 138 Breaking Into Her Patient’s Home

'It should be illegal to be this hot', Susan mused as she stared dreamily at Steven Burn.

They were sharing a table in the hospital cafeteria sitting opposite each other. She had trapped her fork between her lips as she was lost in her thoughts. She was mesmerized by the way his lashes complimented his hazel brown eyes.

He was so concentrated on his food she wished she could an ounce of that concentration on her. The way his lips sucked in that fork, the way his Adam's apple bobbled up and down as he swallowed, the way-

"You need to get laid", he said in his deep voice. He looked up at her with eyes shining with amusement.

That snapped her out of her reverie. Her face burned in embarrassment. But when his words sunk in, a mischievous glint shone in her eyes. A sly smile stretched on her lips as she picked on her food with her fork.

"Is that an offer?" She playfully wiggled her brows at him.

Steven chuckled and felt his ears burn red. Unlike other women who acted coy around him, he liked the ever straight forward Susan Glynne. No, he was simply comfortable around her.

"It was a suggestion", he countered as he forked a bite.

"Okay, when and where? I'm there", she lowered her voice in a suggestive manner and smirked.

He pointed a finger at her in disbelief as he hardly suppressed a smile. Susan's eyes shone as a beautiful smile graced her features. She loved messing with him, and moments like these where he couldn't give a comeback, were her favorites.

Her phone vibrated on the table. She picked it up and her brows slightly furrowed when she saw the number. She looked at the time and it was a little after eleven at night. Still, she excused herself and answered the call.

"Hello?..... Yes... Yes... .... Oh! My god!" She abruptly stood up. "No!... Okay, got it!"

The call ended. Steven was quickly to abandon his food and stood up. He took in her panicked face and his heart thudded in anxiousness.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My friend.. Jennifer.... She's my patient... She...."

"Let's go", he said with urgency.

He could not stand to see her so shaken by the news. As the two were on a late dinner break, they used that chance to go and get Amy. They took Stevens car which pulled out of the parking lot at the speed of lightning. She had inputed Amy's house location for easy navigation.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked.

"She's in her second trimester of pregnancy but she's bleeding. It sounds really bad", Susan could hardly hold down her anxiety.

Steven felt a terrible twist in his heart at the sight of Susan. He had never seen her react like this to any of her patients. So it seems this Jennifer was a good friend of Susan's. They could not waste a second. With this thought, he floored it.

Not long after, they arrived at Amy's house. Susan jumped out before he fully parked the car. Was she being dramatic or was she seriously worried? He got the answer when they got to the door.

"Ah! How do we..." His voice faltered when he saw her take out a Bobby pin from her hair. His brows shot up as he looked around the now quiet neighborhood before looking at her in shock. "Are we breaking into your patient's home?"

"Never knew you to be someone who asks the obvious", she chuckled but still drove her focus on the task at hand.

He chuckled and stared iin amusement, "It's just something I would never picture you to do. Who taught you?"

"Trevor. He's now into the old McGyver series", she said with a grunt as she finally managed to unlock the house.

"Richard Dean Anderson's? Kid has great taste", he nodded to himself.

Susan only sighed as they both rushed inside the house. They managed to navigate their way through and found Amy on her bed. Susan rushed to her side and checked her pulse to realize that Amy had only lost consciousness. But she didn't dare calm down. Steven turned his back to her when he saw her move to check Amy's bleeding.

"Is it serious?" He asked with his back still to her.

"I'll only know when we get her to the hospital. We need to move her."

He turned around when he heard her move. Sheade way from him to carry Amy.

"Just be gentle", she reminded as he carried the woman bridal style.

"Don't worry", he grunted at Amy's weight.

For a woman who looked so small, she had quite the weight. Susan collected a few clothes and a duffel bag before leaving with the two. She remembered to get Amy's phone and house keys to lock up the place as they left. Susan was at the back with Amy while Steven drove much faster than earlier.

Amy floated between consciousness. She could hear Susan's voice echoe in her ears but could not pick up on what she was saying. She lost consciousness again. She regained it to find herself staring at unfamiliar faces surrounding her. Bright white lights shone behind them as they moved seeming to be at the same time as she except she felt she was lying down. How is that possible?

A new face appeared among the people who were surrounding her. Even in her blurry vision, she could make out the sharp features and that scent, she knew that scent very well. How is it possible that he is with her, beside her? Could she be hallucinating? Or is this another bad dream?

She felt a warmth envelope her hand. Whose hand is that? Whoever it is, is it possible that she's not dreaming? Dreams don't feel as real as this. Is it really...

'Zachery?'

She wanted to see more of him, to say something to him but her body was weak. She could feel herself slowly losing consciousness.

'No.... I want to see him.... I want.....'

Darkness.