In an instant, they've carried Jess to the car, confusion clouding their thoughts as they scramble to figure out where to take him.
His body is limp, unresponsive, but the faintest wince slips from his mouth, a deep, strained breath escaping.
Tanner holds him tightly in his arms, the warmth of Jess's body against his only serving to amplify the fear hammering in his chest.
Under his palm, Tanner feels the baby inside Jess moving, a sudden flutter, a kick, making Tanner's pulse stutters.
At the front, in the driver's seat, Kyle's hands grip the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white.
His eyes flicker nervously between the road and Jess, but his mind is far away from everything else.
It's all swirling, panic, worry, uncertainty. But all he can focus on are the soft, painful noises slipping from Jess's throat and the sheer helplessness that's taking over him.
