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"Righto, let's do this."
Sergeant Jason Jones looked up to find a pregnant woman in scrubs heading toward him.
"Dr Alexander."
"Sergeant Jones."
She barely had a smile for him as she reached for the folder, gave it a brisk look over and then reached for gloves, snapping them on efficiently.
Jason was ready with basic details as she pulled the cover back, but the words never left his mouth as the woman suddenly gripped the rail of the trolley, looking decidedly ill.
"Are you alright ma'am?" he asked in concern.
She raised her hand to her mouth as if to reassure them both, but then bolted to the nearest trash bin and was promptly sick.
It was all Jason could do and stand back helplessly. When she came upright, she pulled the gloves off her hands before stepping back with a heaving breath.
"Sorry about the blood," he sympathised.
"No actually," she corrected him. "It's the gloves."
Oh.
He watched as she then walked to the phone on the wall.
Shortly after she turned back with an apology. "Sorry Sergeant Jones, a replacement ME will be here soon."
He was then left alone as she swiftly exited via the door. She met another man incoming as she did so, and, bored, Jason watched the byplay between the two.
"You alright?"
Dr Alexander offered him a smile that seemed to disguise some intimacy, and his suspicions were confirmed when the man brushed a hand over the woman's swollen abdomen before stepping into the room.
"Dr Cunningham," he offered as he walked toward him.
"Righto, let's do this."
Finito.