At the thirtieth week Joel was feeling horrible. His whole body was hurting, especially his abdomen and he had no energy. Gypsy was at his side constantly which meant Crow and Servo had to handle the ship operations that Gypsy usually took care of.
Mike walked into Joel's cabin and spied the heavily pregnant man laying on his right side asleep on the bunk. The stethoscope was hang off the nearby table and there was a trashcan next to the bunk. "Gypsy?" He whispered. "How is he?"
"Exhausted."
"Man, wish I could do something for him."
"Me too."
"And he has what, ten more weeks to go?"
"Probably eight. But I'm worried Mike."
"Why?"
"He's carrying so big, what if there's a problem?"
"Then... then I'll ask Dr. Forrester for help. If I have to I will get down on my hands and knees and beg for help. I won't let anything happen to Joel." Mike was getting worried too but didn't want to show it.
"Oh... I hope it doesn't come down to that."
"Me too."
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