“How many hours has she been in labour?”
He shrugged. “I heard screaming, I came.”
“Where is everyone else?”
“Busy. Sleeping. Big day yesterday, many new patients.”
Hazel nodded. Yes. She should be the one to go. Leave it to Ruth to have the presence of mind, even in an emergency, to smooth ruffled feathers and help Hazel repair the damage she’d done yesterday.
Once she’d opened the door at the main entrance, she didn’t need directions. She could hear the mother’s anguished cries on the first floor. She took the stairs to the second floor two at a time. The double doors to the obstetrics ward were wide open and there was a cluster of young Inuit women standing in the hallway. Hazel nodded to them as she went into the delivery room and pulled the doors closed behind her.
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