The clinic was closed for the day, and Doctor James sank down onto the plush, overstuffed sofa. He was thankful to finally get off of his feet, and away from the emotional rollercoaster that he'd been on all day dealing with everyone so concerned about Elisa.
…As if HE wasn't concerned too!
Granted, his experience with pregnancy and pregnancy related issues were fairly basic, but what little he did know was enough to make him overly cautious. He also didn't want to expand much on the worries of those around Elisa, afraid that having them all coming at her at once would only be an added stressor to an already complicated situation. She was still in her first trimester, and there was still so much that could go wrong.
There was a beeping noise that signaled that someone had entered the Xanatos and Gargoyle only after-hours area. Groaning, he rose to his feet and jogged back across the medical level of the building, only to draw up short.
Inside the room was…well, the clan. All of them. Including Elisa's feline looking brother and Goliath.
Doctor James groaned, rubbed his hands over his face, and then resignedly gestured for everyone to join him in the meeting room.