CHAPTER 32

Melinda’s POV

“Is it hurting again?” Kramen said in a concerned voice as I groaned, holding my abdomen. My eyebrows drew together, and I gasped in a breathless voice. “It is way worse than before, Kramen.” My fingers dug into my stomach as the piercing sensation intensified. “Please do something.”

“Give me a moment, I will get the hot-water bag, quickly.” He said in a panicked voice as he rushed out of the room.

Pulling myself into a fetal position, I wrapped my arms around my knees, but it did nothing to ease the stabbing sensation that was searing through my abdomen. By the time Kramen returned, I was whimpering like a wounded animal.

He got onto the bed behind me and gathered me in his arms; pulling me into his lap. Resting my head and back against his broad chest, he placed the hot-water bag against my abdomen and held it there. “The heat should give you some relief.”

“A bit lower….” I gritted out, trying my best to hold in my scream. The ache was worsening with every passing