POV: Yessica | Location: Royal Infirmary, Edinburgh
Dr. Hargreaves pulled his chair to the bed.
Sat.
Not standing. Not behind a desk. At her level, the way he had this morning, the way of a man who understood that what came next required eye contact.
"The levels have risen by eleven points since this morning," he said. "That's significant movement in four hours despite IV intervention." He held her gaze. "I need to recommend delivery. Today."
The monitor kept its rhythm. Claire's heartbeat, unchanged.
"Today," Yessica said.
"Within the next three to four hours. I want to give you time to process, to make calls, to be ready." He paused. "But not longer than that."
Lewis was completely still in the chair.
"She's twenty-seven weeks and six days," Yessica said.
"Yes. The steroid cour
