In the back of the ambulance, Nigel was looking around, watching the paramedics poke and prod him. They hit a sensitive spot in his chest, and he grimaced. She noticed, and was careful to not press too hard when examining that one spot. She started to ask him general health questions, and some of them led to the baby. "Do you have a history of fainting or seizures?" "I fainted once before, but that was because I hadn't eaten anything all day, and I was starving. Other than that, this is the first time I've fainted." "Okay. And how far along are you? Your friend told us so we could better care for you." "Great. About 7 weeks. I just went to an appointment actually. Then I went to work, and that was when all this happened." "Got it. We don't have the right equipment here to check everything, so we'll do the best we can until we get to the hospital." "All right." She continued to ask him questions, and a few minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.
They carefully got him out of the back of the ambulance, and wheeled him into the emergency room. A doctor ran up alongside them, and started asking questions. "What's the problem here?" "Nigel Townsend. 37-year-old male. Fainted at work, was out for ten minutes. His friends called us from the morgue where he works, and we picked him up there. He's 7 weeks pregnant, just came from an appointment this morning. BP's 115/70, pulse is 115." "Okay. Mr. Townsend, how're you feeling?" "A little bit better. Dizzy, weak, and thirsty. Will my baby be okay?" "We'll do tests on both of you to be sure. Any previous history of fainting?" "Only once when I didn't eat because I was pulling a double at the morgue." "Okay. That's good. Take him into exam one. I'll be there in a minute." They wheeled him into the room, and pulled the curtain around to give him his privacy.