Once out of the transporter, Ronon rounded the corner to see a group of three nurses and Dr. Keller wheeling an empty stretcher toward him.

"What's wrong?" the doctor asked as soon as she saw Emma lying limp in Ronon's arms.

"I…I don't know," he stammered, "We were sleeping and she all of a sudden woke up in pain. She's bleeding a lot," he hastily explained as he gently laid her onto the stretcher, "and she passed out."

The team reversed direction and started rushing her back toward the infirmary.

"Bleeding where?" Keller asked, moving the blanket away from her body, "Oh," she breathed, taking in the sight of Emma's stained shorts. Looking up at Ronon, she did a poor job of hiding her concern. "How much blood was there?" she asked.

"A lot," he answered, running his hands through his dreads as he pictured the large crimson pool that had soiled his bed sheets.

Keller raised her eyebrows at him. For Ronon to say there was a lot of blood was quite a statement.

"She said it wasn't normal," he continued as he tried not to panic.

"Is she pregnant?" Keller inquired.

"What? No, I don't think so," Ronon said, flustered by the question. "She's got this—"

"When was her last menstrual period?" she interrupted.

"I…I don't know," he replied, shaking his head, "I don't think she has them."

"What do you mean she doesn't have them?" Keller snapped, frowning.

"She's got this plastic thing inside her …it…it keeps her from getting pregnant?" he tried to explain as he watched a nurse look into her eyes with a pen light. "I'm not sure…but I think that's why she doesn't get them," he reasoned.

"An IUD?" the doctor ventured.

"Yeah?" Ronon agreed with uncertainty.

"Have you pulled her chart?" Keller asked, looking to one of the nurses who had a tablet in his hands. "Can you confirm that she has an IUD?"

"That's correct," the nurse replied, "Mirena brand. Inserted about four years ago."

Keller held her hand out to the nurse who passed the tablet to her. She took a look at Emma's medical history and for a short moment stopped in her tracks, losing pace with the rest of the group.

"Doc?" Ronon questioned, noticing that she was lagging behind. The expression on her face worried him.

Keller caught up again and handed the tablet back to the nurse, returning to business. "Last time she engaged in sexual intercourse?" she proceeded, turning to Ronon again.

"Yesterday," he answered, "Last night," he specified.

"And she was fine then? No bleeding?"

One of the nurses wrapped a cuff around Emma's arm and took her blood pressure.

"I think so. She – she didn't say anything … I didn't see any blood."

"Has she had any recent trauma to the area?" she asked.

"No," he replied.

"What about trauma to her abdomen? A recent fall? Anything?"

"No," he repeated, shaking his head. "Nothing."

"Anything you can think of?" the doctor pressed on.

"She hasn't been feeling like herself for the past several weeks," he explained, "She had cramps before we fell asleep tonight. She's been dizzy, tired…I don't know."

"Okay," Keller said, "Thank you. We'll take good care of her," she promised. The team then turned a corner and entered the infirmary. "You can wait here," she gestured to a few empty chairs, "while we get her under a scanner and try to figure out what's going on."

"I'm going in there with her," Ronon declared, pointing to the center of the infirmary. "She's my—"

"Ronon, you're not immediate family and the two of you aren't married so legally I can't let you in there. It's a privacy violation," she argued.

"That's bullshit!" he shouted. "You know she'd want me in there with her!"

"Until she is conscious and I get verbal confirmation from her, I'm sorry, you have to wait out here."

"Jennifer – " he started.

"Ronon, you can either argue with me about privacy acts or you can let me go do my work and try to help her," the doctor calmly replied.

Ronon growled and gritted his teeth, but held his tongue.

"Someone will let you know when she's conscious," she nodded, disappearing into the bowels of the infirmary.

He flung himself onto one of the chairs and dug the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. "Dammit," he hissed.