Pregnant for the straight CEO Chapter 85

~Park min~

Midnight hit and everything felt like it was moving too fast and not fast enough at the sa ti. My heart was hamring so hard I swear the nurses down the hall could hear it, but nobody looked our way yet. Anning had already slipped into the admin office twenty minutes ago with her laptop and that ex-military dic guy so dude nad Ji blah blah blah, I don’t know and I don’t give a fuck but he apparently owed her from God knows what and they were supposed to be printing fake transfer papers right now. Fan Xiao was sowhere in the basent ssing with the security system, probably grinning like an idiot while he looped cara feeds or whatever hacker bullshit he does. And Lee Know, that stubborn asshole, was parked in a wheelchair near the nurses’ station, IV bag dangling, flirting his face off even though he could barely sit up straight, as if the whole hospital didn’t know he was gay.

I peeked around the corner and saw him in action. One nurse was leaning over him, adjusting his blanket, and he gave her that crooked smile. "You know, if I wasn’t half-dead right now, I’d ask for your number. Hell, maybe I’ll ask anyway. What’s your shift end?"

She laughed, actually laughed, and patted his shoulder. "You’re trouble, aren’t you?"

"The best kind," he said, voice all low and rough, and while she was busy blushing, his hand slipped behind the counter and grabbed a keycard. Smooth as hell. I almost snorted. Guy was fucking a guy two days ago and still pulling moves like this was not a gay, or ABO or what ever.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Text from Fan Xiao: Caras blind for 12 mins. Fire alarm in east wing going off in 8. Move your ass.

Twelve minutes. That’s all we had.

I ducked back toward Yu Jin’s room, pulse racing, sweat sticking my shirt to my back. The door slid open quiet enough, thank fuck, and there he was still out cold, tubes in his arms, monitors beeping steady. He looked so damn small like that. Fragile. Not the guy who’d arched off the bed screaming my na while the whole world watched. I swallowed hard and grabbed the gurney Anning had stashed in the supply closet earlier.

Every beep from the heart monitor felt like a gunshot. I kept waiting for soone to burst in, yell "What the hell are you doing?" but nothing. Just , breathing too loud, unhooking lines one by one like Ji showed . Blood pressure cuff off. IV swapped to the portable bag. Oxygen mask adjusted. My hands shook the whole ti. One wrong move and the alarms would scream. Yu Jin didn’t stir, not even when I slid my arms under him and lifted. He was heavier than he looked, dead weight, but I got him onto the gurney without dropping him. Barely.

I pulled the sheet up over his face just in case and wheeled him out slowly . The hallway was empty. Lee Know must’ve kept the nurses busy.

Then the fire alarm went off. Loud as fuck, shrieking through the whole floor. Lights flashed red. Nurses started yelling, patients groaning, doors opening everywhere. Perfect chaos.

I pushed the gurney faster, heading for the service elevator Anning marked on the map. I rounded the corner and almost ran straight into Fan Xiao in stolen scrubs, face mask pulled down, eyes bright like this was Christmas morning.

"Took you long enough," he muttered, grabbing the other end of the gurney. "Anning and Ji are holding the elevator. Let’s go."

"Where’s Lee Know?"

"Being dramatic. He’ll catch up."

We hit the elevator just as Anning waved us in, laptop tucked under one arm, Ji standing there all stoic with a duffel of dical crap. The doors closed and we dropped three floors without saying a word. My stomach flipped the whole way.

Basent level. Doors opened to the loading dock. Van was already running, back doors open, Lee Know sohow already inside, propped against the side with his IV pole rigged up like a flag.

"How the hell...." I started.

He grinned, sweaty and pale. "Told the nurses I was scared of fires. One wheeled all the way down. Best date I’ve had in months."

Fan Xiao snorted, helping lift the gurney in. "You’re insane."

"Yeah, but I’m fun insane. This is the most fun I’ve had since I ca back to Korea . No schedules, no Fan ciao issur, just breaking out a coma patient like we’re in so bad action movie."

Anning climbed in after, shutting the doors. "Drive, Ji."

The van lurched forward, tires squealing as we pulled out into the night. No lights behind us yet. No sirens. I let out a breath I’d been holding for hours and dropped down next to Yu Jin, checking his pulse. Steady. Still out.

Fan Xiao twisted around from the front passenger seat, watching Anning type furiously on her laptop again, closing whatever backdoors she’d opened in the hospital system. "You’re scary good at this, you know that?" he said, voice softer than usual. "Like, seriously. Proud of you."

She glanced up, cheeks pink even in the dark. "Shut up."

"No, I an it. You just forged governnt-level transfer orders in twenty minutes. That’s hot."

Lee Know cackled. "Oh my god, he’s blushing. Fan Xiao’s actually blushing."

"I will throw you out the window," Fan Xiao warned.

"Please," Lee Know said, leaning back with a wince. "I’m injured. Have so respect."

I ignored them, focused on Yu Jin. Brushed hair off his forehead. He was warm now, at least. Not cold like before.

We’d been driving maybe fifteen minutes city lights fading, highway stretching dark ahead when he twitched.

Just a little at first. Fingers curling. Then his head turned, slow, like he was fighting the drugs.

I froze. "Guys... this doesn’t look good to , check this out."