#Chapter 349 – Aftermath

Cora It’s hours, hours later when I finally have a moment to step back and breathe. And when I do, I feel my head spin and stumble back a step or two. Roger is there, instantly, his hand on my back. “Cora,” he says, pulling me closer to him, tilting up my face so that he can study me. “Are you all right? You’re –“ “I’m fine,” I mutter, frustrated, trying to push away and get back to work. I have a moment to breathe, but honestly – there’s so much more that needs to be done for these men – “No,” Roger says, stubborn. “You’re pushing yourself too far – you’re pregnant, Cora –“ “Roger,” I sigh, turning to glare at him in earnest now and putting a hand on his chest. “This cannot be the refrain that I hear for the next nine – or six – or however many months, all right? I am not going to stop doing my job – stop healing people – just because I’m pregnant.” I hear Roger begin to growl in protest but I lock my teeth together, staring up at him, hard.