Chapter 7 - THE SNOWSTORM ISOLATION
Dominic carried her out to his black SUV parked in the driveway, gently placing her in the backseat and sliding in beside her. He reached up to his encrypted car phone, barking rapid orders to Marcus, who was waiting down the highway in a secondary vehicle.
"Marcus, get the local medical clinic on the phone! Tell them the director of the board is flying in a private trauma team from Portland right now, but we need an emergency obstetrics lockdown immediately!"
"Boss, a blizzard is rolling in off the coast," Marcus’s voice crackled over the speaker. "Route 9 is already iced over. The local clinic lost power ten minutes ago!"
Nora writhed in pain against the leather seat, gasping for air as the snow began to lash furiously against the car windows, turning the night outside into a blinding wall of white.
"We can't get to the hospital," Nora sobbed, clutching Dominic's expensive wool sleeve so hard her fingers tore the fabric. "The storm... we're trapped here."
Dominic looked out the windshield at the blinding wall of snow, then back down at Nora. The panic in his eyes was absolute, but he forced his voice into a calm, steady rhythm that brook no argument.
"Listen to me, Lena," he said, pulling off his coat and wrapping it over her shivering frame. "We aren't going anywhere. You are going to have this baby right here, right now. And I am going to deliver it."
"You're insane," she cried out through a contraction. "You're a monster, you can't deliver a baby!"
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"I am whatever you need me to be," Dominic vowed fiercely, his hands sliding down to support her. "Just breathe, Lena. Look at me. Focus on my voice."
Outside, the storm howled against the metal chassis, cutting them off completely from the rest of the world.
