Bleeding Out At My Own Wedding
Language: en
I had just come off a grueling fourteen-hour night shift when Harrison’s new girl dropped to her knees right in front of my locker, sobbing as if her heart had been ripped out. "Please, Natalie. Please," she begged, her voice echoing in the sterile hospital corridor. "Let me keep this baby. Harrison says he'll only listen to you." She grabbed at the hem of my scrubs. "I'll be so good, I swear. I won't ever try to take your place. I'm only nineteen. I'm terrified of getting an abortion. You're a doctor, you're supposed to save lives—please, just accept me." Right as she hit the peak of her…