"It's Toxemia, we'll need Doctor to confirm but for now help me get her onto one of the beds." Sister Evangelina, truly had a heart for Chummy, she wouldn't show it but she was terrified.

"Wha-t's, erm, uh, going on?" Chummy groggily asked, trying to sit up, but being pushed back down.

"You collapsed, lie down dear. Doctors on his way, so is Peter." Sister Evangelina spoke so soft and sweet, grasping Chummy's hand to comfort her. Her head was spinning and the she felt as though she could lose her lunch.

"I-I'm going to be sick!" Jenny quickly grabbed the bin next to her, and Sister Evangelina only had to give Sister Julienne one look to tell her she was right.

"Sister?" Doctor Turner asked, meeting Sister Evangelina at the door.

"Toxemia." She replied bluntly. Doctor Turner gave a sad sigh and went to check her over.

"Well you're lucky, mild case. Sister can we arrange that someone calls in three times a day for now, and eventually we will move it to two times a day?" He asked, knowing that she wouldn't have staying in the maternity home or hospital.

"Absolutely Doctor Turner" Sister Julienne replied, winking at Jenny to put her on the rota.

Peter along with Cynthia took Chummy home, she was worn out from the event and just wanted to sleep it off.

"There, you are Chummy. Try to get some sleep." Cynthia stepped out of the room to talk to Peter.

"I'll call in tomorrow morning, oh and also the glass of water I made her finish had a good dose of Chloral Hydrate in it, that way she will get some sleep." Cynthia placed a hand on Peter's shoulder before grabbing her bag and leaving.

"Thank you Cynthia." Peter noted.

"No worries."

"Chummy you may not get up! Doctors orders!" Trixie barked at her arguing friend.

"Oh what a load of tosh! I'm fine!"

"No, you aren't. Toxemia is a serious thing, you know this Chummy. Doctor Turner has given instruction to us that baby is to be checked three times a day and you are to stay on complete bed rest other than using the lav!"

"Fine." Chummy huffed, angry at the stupid orders she was given.

"Pout all you want, but this is the safest thing for you and your babe. If you would rather I can book you in the London, where you have to pee in a bedpan and be fussed over 8 times a day and through the night."

"Okay, okay! I'll be good!" Chummy stuck her tongue out at Trixie and resumed her rest.

Peter had asked the nuns to look in on Chummy while he worked, it worried him to death to leave her alone. He counted her breaths and took her pulse several times that first night, fearing something would go wrong. He knew she was on doctors orders and meds but that didn't matter, he needed to know she was okay. He rubbed her feet to keep the swelling down and made her all the tea and horlicks her heart desired. If she was completely honest, she loved him, but this was too much and it was driving her insane; The faster this baby came, the better.