driver’s license in her purse.”
Cameron began to pace and ran his fingers through his hair, his heart thudding wildly against his ribs.
“Yes, thank you for calling me. Is she alright? What happened?”
Sergeant Peterson continued.
“She was at a stoplight, it turned green and as she was going through it, she got hit by a car going the other direction. He was drunk; he ran his red light and hit her. She’s at the emergency room. I don’t know her condition now, but she wasn’t conscious when we got there. I’m very sorry to have to give you the news.”
Cameron felt tears spring to his eyes, and a pain in his chest that felt like it would crack his sternum.
“That’s alright, thank you, sir. I’ll head right over.” He hung up the phone and went to Aaron.
“I have to go,” he told him quietly.
“Delilah is in the hospital. She was in a car wreck; hit by a drunk driver. I don’t mind if you tell Mikey and Josh, but no one else knows about her, so please don’t say anything. I gotta go, now.”
Aaron hugged him tight and nodded.
“We’ll be there as soon as we can.”
Cameron rushed to the hospital and was taken to Delilah’s room right away. The staff that recognized him was kind enough not to approach him and respected his privacy. He stepped into her room and saw her lying in her bed. Her head was bandaged and her left arm was in a cast. He stared at her swollen belly and reached his hand out to touch it, hoping that his son was alright.
He laid his hand tentatively on her stomach, and felt the hardness beneath her skin. Moments after he rested his hand there, he felt a strong kick against his fingertips and his other hand flew to his mouth, trying to hold in the gasp as emotion overwhelmed him and tears spilled out of his eyes.
He rubbed her belly lightly and leaned over to speak to his son. “Hey little guy, don’t be afraid. I’m here. Everything is going to be alright. I’m going to take care of you, don’t you worry at all. I’m here.” He massaged her stomach a little more and was kicked again in response.
A few minutes later, the doctor walked in and looked at him, realizing after a moment who it was that he was looking at, and he couldn’t suppress the grin that spread over his face. Cameron looked at him seriously and spoke quietly.
“This is a very dear friend of mine, doctor. I’m here to look after her. How is she doing? What does she need?”
The doctor cleared his throat and tried to focus on his patient instead of the celebrity he loved so much standing in front of him.
“She’s really banged up. She got a concussion; you see, he hit her on the passenger side of her car, and that sent her into her driver’s side door with some enormous force. It fractured her left arm at the wrist and knocked her out.
“She has three cracked ribs on her left side, and some bruising on her sternum and hips from her seatbelt and the air bag that deployed. The baby is fine, thankfully, but his mother is going to need some close care for a while.
“It’ll be about six to eight weeks before those ribs heal, and there’s nothing we can do for that. She should have her cast off at about that same time as well. We’re going to keep her here for a couple of days for observation, just to make sure she’s alright, and then she should be able to go home.
“Is there someone she lives with that will be able to help her and take care of her? She’ll be in no condition to be on her own. I just want to make sure of that.”
Cameron listened to everything the doctor said and then looked down at Delilah, lying there unconscious, her body bruised and battered, his child growing large in her belly and he felt like his heart had been ripped out of his body. He’d never felt so obligated to anyone in his entire life, and he made a split second decision right where he stood.
“Yes, sir, she has a