…Dickinson POV…

I hurriedly dialed Emile's number as I left the hospital, wanting to make sure she was safe and sound. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Dickinson, where are you?" she asked from the other end.

"I'm on my way. Listen, don't touch anything or do anything until I get there. And don't step out of the house."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Emile grunted. "How did the check-up go?"

I flinched at the question, not wanting to think about the results of my appointment. "It doesn't matter. Just do as I say."

I hung up the phone, my scowl deepening...