When he saw her running hell bent for leather down the sidewalk, he took off after her. He knew she was in shock too, and he needed to calm her down. It wasn't good for the babies for her to be that upset. She was faster than him, and she had a good head start, so she was half a block ahead of him, when he saw her run right through a 'do not cross' sign at a crosswalk. His heart stopped when he heard the squeal of brakes, the blare of a horn, then saw her fly through the air and land on her side. He ran faster than he ever had in his life, with dread squeezing his heart and fear coursing through his veins like acid. When he got to her, he dropped to his knees and felt for a pulse. He whimpered when he felt the extremely rapid and not so regular pulse beating at her throat. Running his hands along her body, he checked to see if anything was obviously broken. He didn't want to move her, if she was hurt, but he had no way of knowing, because she was unconscious. Maybe she hit her head, he thought, and emotion clogged his throat, as he made a quick decision to take her back to the doctor's office.
