Stable Condition

I saw Cindy face down on the dirty locker room floor in her own vomit, while a guy is still fucking her ass and others are jerking off on her back.

"Get the fuck away from her!" I yell and rush over to turn her on her back and feel for a pulse. It's there, but weak.

"Call a fucking ambulance! Now!" I scream, tears starting to form in my eyes.

I pace outside of the hospital room where Cindy was and a second ambulance had taken me and the girls. I didn't even bother to put on any bottoms after earlier and I slap away Janice's hand from my dick. "Not now, Janice. Please." I plead, worried sick about Cindy. "But John, it's nearly your three hours..." She said looking down. Shit, had it really been that long? I looked around for a clock and saw that it was nearing afternoon.

"Mr. Doe, you can come in." I heard the doctor call for me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Ji-Yoo, head home. Take Sarah with you and throw her in the basement." I tell her, my anxiety about Cindy starting to rise. "Janice.... could you come in there with me?" I ask. "John....of course." She says and holds my shaky hand.

"H-how is she?" I ask anxiously. "I wouldn't say she's doing fine exactly, but you managed to get her and the fetus just in time. She'll need some time to recover though." The doctor told me and brought me over to her bed on the other side of the room.

"John?" Cindy asked in a weak voice. "Cindy!" I exclaimed and hugged her "I'm sorry...I- I never should have treated you like I did today. I treated you like some common slut, not my sister. I-"

"John, it's okay. You don't need to apologize. I'm fine, the baby is going to be fine." Cindy said as she stroked my hair. "You should probably call mom and tell her where we are though." She suggested.