Chris was shaking his head even before Mike had finished speaking, his jaw tensing as he immediately looked back over his shoulder.
And, Mike was right in one sense: the doctors were wandering everywhere, from bed to bed and chair to chair, comforting those they could, checking vital signs and loved ones. Fucking chaos.
But, in Chris's mind and in Mike's mind too, there was no doubt, Eostre was in greater need then all of them. She was fucking seven months pregnant for one thing.
A second later, Chris was marching across the clinic floor, his eyes set on one of the doctors. He didn't know her name and he didn't really care, but a quick explanation of the situation and only a minor bit of arguing had him with a stethoscope moments later.
"Here," he said, when he got back and he leaned over the table, putting one end of the contraption to his ears. "Push up her shirt a little," he ordered, lips still set in a firm line.
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And, Mike was right in one sense: the doctors were wandering everywhere, from bed to bed and chair to chair, comforting those they could, checking vital signs and loved ones. Fucking chaos.
But, in Chris's mind and in Mike's mind too, there was no doubt, Eostre was in greater need then all of them. She was fucking seven months pregnant for one thing.
A second later, Chris was marching across the clinic floor, his eyes set on one of the doctors. He didn't know her name and he didn't really care, but a quick explanation of the situation and only a minor bit of arguing had him with a stethoscope moments later.
"Here," he said, when he got back and he leaned over the table, putting one end of the contraption to his ears. "Push up her shirt a little," he ordered, lips still set in a firm line.