Every head turned at the sudden interruption.
What they saw was nurse stood at the end of the corridor, cheeks flushed, sweat glistening on her forehead, clutching a chart to her chest as she gasped for breath.
Mika didn't waste a second. He spun the wheelchair sharply, the wheels screeching faintly against the tile as Fauna steadied herself in his lap.
Cecilia and the other doctors fell in line behind him, their coats fluttering like banners as they ran.
"Where?" Mika demanded, his tone clipped.
"R-Room 238!" The nurse stammered, turning and leading the way.
"What's the situation?" Fauna called, already bracing herself for the worst.
The nurse spoke between hurried breaths.
"About an hour ago a woman, thirty-four years old was admitted. Her water broke early, she went into labor. Everything looked normal at first: vitals good, no complications, healthy pregnancy. We expected a smooth delivery." Her voice shook. "But then...everything went wrong."
