The Billionaire Doctor's Runaway Patient

her lower abdomen, forcing a sharp breath through her teeth. Cold sweat gathered at her hair

bladder. The slight movement caused her office chair to roll an inch. The friction sent a fr

rs slid across the worn laminate surface, a few fluttering to

nklin Finch's voice boomed o

eaned over her cubicle, hi

t, his voice loud enough to make the analysts in the next row stop

her coworkers pressing into her skin. The physical agony in her lower half flared again, m

reeched against the plastic floor ma

estroom," Hope whisp

nsive suit. "You have five minutes. If this isn't fixed w

he long hallway. Her low heels sank silently into the thick carpet of the hallway. Though the sound was muffl

rembled violently as she pulled down her pantyhose. A tearing sensation ripped through her, so i

oilet bowl, the water was sta

She pulled out her phone, her thumbs slipping on the screen as she searched for t

er her. She couldn't survive three h

ice, had sent her a promotional text about an elite private clinic in Manhattan. Hope had

ehensive, how can I direct your call

leaning heavily against the stall do

letely devoid of emotion. "One of our top specialists has a fi

breathed. "I

r on her face, shivering as it dripped down her pale cheeks. S

office. She pushed through the revolving doors of the buildin

driver, clutching her stomach

ding attached to the main hospital. Hope paid the exo

lled of expensive white tea and eucalyptus, a jarring contrast to the exhaust

ame. The nurse behind the counter eyed her wrinkled cloth

medical history forms. The cramping in her lower stomach hit her in relent

lue scrubs walked up to her

a long, quiet corridor. Her pulse thudded in her ears. The fear of t

reezing. The bright surgical lights reflected off the stainless steel

ucted, handing Hope a paper gown so thin it was practicall

ked out, shut

r gown over her lap and climbed onto the crinkly paper covering the examination table. The air conditioning blasted agai

eps sounded in the hallw

d into her throat.

ed white coat over a dark shirt. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his jawline looked

ullen lo

ed the air out of the room. He was devastatingly handsome, which only made the situation a thousand times w

ave you been experiencing hematuria, Ms. Spence?" he asked. His voi

ed her slightly. "Since this morning," s

of latex gloves. The sound echoed in the qu

It wasn't a request. "Put

r of her eye. She lay back against the crinkly paper and forced

the sensitive skin of her inne

y flinching violentl

way. "Relax your muscles, Ms. Spence," he said

ow. For three endless minutes, Hope stared at the blinding ceiling lights, her fingerna