You wake up, disorientated, on the floor in the lounge, next to your phone.
Blearily you reached out for the phone, and answer its insistent call. Harsh, chirpy hold music plays, and then a nurse answers.
“Doctor, this is Labour ward”.
Communication is difficult – English is not her first language – but the urgency in her voice is clear. There is a woman bleeding, and they are not sure why.
You end the call, and start casting around for clothes, a pen, a stethoscope. One moment, barely awake, the next, a clear focus, an adrenaline fueled calm.
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