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“Nooo, do you have to?” She pouted, looking so fucking cute.
I laughed. “It’s a nine-one-one emergency. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She slid her tongue in my mouth, and I deepened the kiss, squeezing her ass in the process.
“Real soon,” she said, licking my nose.
I smiled and stood with her in my arms.
“You got it, mama.” Kissing her once more, I placed her on her feet and left.
I hurriedly moved down the hall of the emergency unit to the nurses’ station. Nurse Trudy saw me and stood from her seat.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Newson.”
“Afternoon, Trudy. What do we have here?”
“Three year old came in with bruising on her arm and backside. She was also vomiting profusely. We finally got her to sleep. Child Protective Services has been notified.”
“And no doctor has been in to see her?”
“We’re so backed up it’s crazy.”
I nodded to her as she handed me the chart. I looked at it, and instantly, my heart plummeted.
Mariah!
I hurriedly moved to room fifteen and opened the door, hoping to see Justin’s bitch ass, but instead, an elderly woman sat next to her rubbing her head. She was hooked up to an IV, and her skin looked pasty and pale.
“What happened?” I asked, shedding my professionalism.
The woman looked up at me and frowned before noticing my lab coat and scrubs.
“I’m not sure. My son said that she ate something bad. Please don’t let those CPS people take my grandbaby.”
“Where is your son now?”
“He had an emergency at his company and asked me to come in his place.”
Fucking bitch ass clown sending his moms in his place, and not here for his own kid.
I moved to her bedside and rubbed her back.
“Mariah? Lil bit, can you hear me?”
She stirred a little before she opened her eyes and looked at me.
“Mr. Hemi?”
“Yeah, baby girl, it’s me. Can you tell me what happened?”
“Mr. Hemi, I not feel good.”
“I know, lil bit. Can you tell me what you ate or drank?”
“Mrs. Jolie made me a sandwich and gave me juice.”
“Okay…What else happened?”