Jerry’s heart jumped into his throat. He stepped forward quickly.
“Doctor, how is she?” he asked.
The doctor looked at him, scanning his clothes, then his face.
“Are you family?” the doctor asked.
Jerry shook his head, swallowing hard. “No, sir. I just brought her.”
The doctor’s face tightened. “Then we need her relative immediately. She is in critical condition. Both mother and baby are at risk.”
Jerry’s stomach turned.
He didn’t even know her name. He didn’t know who to call.
His eyes darted around, searching for an answer.
Then he noticed something on the bench where the nurses had dropped her things.
A handbag.
Elelliana’s handbag.
Jerry rushed to it and opened it with shaking hands.
Inside were a few things—wipes, a small purse, some cards he didn’t recognize, and a phone.
His hands trembled as he picked up the phone.
The screen was locked.
Jerry’s mind raced. “God help me,” he whispered.
Then a thought came quickly.
Last dialed number.
He tapped the emergency call option and found a recent call list.
One name stood out like it was shining:
