Tammy saved them before they hit the floor, set them on the counter, and spun to face the doctor.
“What’s wrong?” She had to grab the other woman when her knees collapsed, to help her sink to the carpet without getting hurt.
Trisha groaned, wrapped her arms around her stomach, and her blue eyes widened. “Get Slade.”
Tammy released her, spun, and sprinted for the door. The New Species posted in the hallway seemed startled when she flung open the door. “Get Slade now.
Trisha is in pain and grabbing her stomach. Call him and get in here. I don’t know what to do or what is wrong with her.”
She left the door open when she bolted back to Trisha. The doctor still held her stomach protectively as she sat on her bent legs. She had begun to pant, and Tammy dropped to her knees next to the woman. She gripped her upper arms to make sure she didn’t fall over.
“What is it? What can I do?”
“Contractions.”
“But it can’t be. You’re only what? Five months along?” Terror tore through Tammy. “I’ll call an ambulance.”
“No,” Trisha frantically shook her head. “No outsiders. Slade will come and he’ll take me to see Harris.
He’s another doctor who works here.”
The New Species officer from the hallway rushed inside the room with a fearful expression. Tammy jerked her head up. “What is your name?”
“Flame.”
“Flame, please very carefully pick her up and lay her on the couch. She’s having contractions but it’s too early.
We need Dr. Harris right now. She doesn’t want me to call an ambulance.”
Flame bent down and carefully touched Trisha’s shoulder. “Slade is coming. Can I lift you? Will I hurt you more? Should you even be moved?”
Trisha’s face scrunched up in pain as another contraction hit. She pointed toward the couch with a shaky finger. Flame hesitated before gently lifting the woman into his arms and carrying her to the couch, where he tenderly placed her on her back. Trisha groaned and kept panting.
Tammy ran for the spare bedroom to yank the blanket off the bed and ran back into the living room, not sure what else to do. She covered Trisha’s legs since her skirt had ridden up her thighs and knelt next to the couch. Flame had moved to the open doorway to speak on his radio. Tammy took Trisha’s hand.
“Help is coming. Flame is calling Dr. Harris and your bodyguard. I’m right here, Trisha.”
“Can I do anything?” Flame hovered behind them, now done calling for more help.
“I don’t know.” Tammy panicked. “She’s only five months along. It’s too early. I got her a blanket in case she’s going into shock.”
He cursed viciously. “I’ll wait at the door to direct the doctor inside. Tell me if you need something.” He paused. “Hang in there, Trisha. Slade is coming fast. He was downstairs at the cafeteria.”
Trisha finally stopped panting. Her face had turned a little red and the hold on Tammy’s hand eased. The doctor opened her eyes. “That was a strong contraction.
Do you have a watch or can you see a clock? I need to time them.”
Tammy glanced at the DVD player. “I’m watching the clock. What else can I do?”
“Nothing. I just want Slade.”
“Flame said he’s coming. Did you hear him? Slade is just downstairs.”
“He always stays pretty close to me.”
“TRISHA !” A man roared and then Slade launched through the doorway. “I’m here.”
Tammy had to scamper out of the large man’s way as he almost landed on top of her to get closer to Trisha.
He gripped the doctor’s hand and cupped her face with his free hand. He had a frightened expression on his face.
Tammy backed up and stood, putting some room between them.
“Talk to me, sweet thing. Is the baby coming?” Slade inched closer.
Trisha nodded. “We need to get to the trauma bay.”
“A ll right. I’ll carry you. Just hold on. I’m going to move you very carefully.”
“Not yet. I feel another one coming.” Trisha’s face contorted as she threw back her head and moaned loudly as she started to pant again.
Tammy glanced at the clock. “Uh-oh. She said to time the contractions but a minute hasn’t even passed since her last one.”
Slade’s head jerked in Tammy’s direction. “What does that mean?”
“It means the contractions are really close together.
The closer they get, the faster the baby comes. Under a minute apart is usually birth time from what I know.”
Tammy shrugged. “A t least that’s what I’ve been told.”
“Damn it,” Slade growled. “Trisha? Sweet thing? I’m right here.” He rubbed her face with his fingers to comfort her while he kept hold of her hand too. “I’m right here and I’m with you.”
“Hurry,” Flame shouted from the hallway. “This way.
She’s inside here.”
A man wearing a doctor’s coat rushed into the room with two men wearing scrubs on his heels. The two male nurses each carried a large duffle bag. There was a boxlike machine with a small oxygen tank that the doctor set down. The guy in the white coat, who had to be Dr.
Harris, yanked gloves from his pocket and put them on.
He bent over the back of the couch to reach Trisha, pulled back the bedspread that covered her lap, and paused. He met Slade’s gaze, who nodded, and the doctor reached under Trisha’s skirt. He removed her panties with her help. The doctor gently nudged his elbow against her knee to push her thighs apart.
“I’m examining you, Trisha. I need to see if you’re dilated.”
Trisha nodded, still panting. She looked as if she were in a lot of pain. The contraction lasted for a long time. Dr. Harris withdrew his bloody glove.
“Slade, we need to lay her flat. She’s having this baby right now.” The doctor gave orders to the two nurses.
“Open up everything and prepare for anything. Move!”
“I won’t allow her to have the baby on the floor,”
Slade growled.
Tammy glanced at Flame, who still hovered by the door. “Go grab the top mattress from the bed in the first bedroom and bring it in here.” Tammy tried not to panic as she grabbed the coffee table and dragged it to the corner of the room.
Flame carried the queen-size mattress into the room as easily as if it weighed nothing. Slade moved a second before he dropped it on the floor by the couch. Tammy moved back to stay out of the way. Slade lifted Trisha into his arms. She moaned, but wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently turned and laid her flat on the mattress. Slade moved until he sat on his bent legs above Trisha’s head. He gently reached under her arms and pulled her up until his thighs acted as a pillow for her.
“I’m right here, sweet thing. I’ve got you,” he crooned to her.
Trisha started to relax. She reached up to grip Slade’s thigh with one hand and clutched his hand with her other. “Don’t leave me.”
“Someone would have to kill me to take me from your side.”
A smile curved Trisha’s lips. “You always make me laugh.” Her focus fixed on Dr. Harris. “Well?”
“The only thing stopping you from having the baby is your water hasn’t broken. When did the contractions start?”
Trisha glanced at Tammy expectantly. Tammy darted a look at the clock. “A bout six minutes ago.”
The doctor didn’t appear happy with that news. “This is happening way too fast.”
“We knew it would probably happen early,” Trisha said softly. “The baby is ready to come. I guess he can’t even wait on a regular labor timetable to be born.”
The two nurses spread open the emergency medical supplies. The duffle bags had long zippers down them that opened similar to suitcases with everything neatly stored inside two sealed halves of plastic pockets.
Tammy stepped back farther, now trapped in the corner, to give them more room. She’d have to step around medical supplies to leave. She stayed put.