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Camden
“Look, you can take the limo,” I told Lars as I bent over my pregnant sister.
Her water had broken minutes earlier, and now, she was standing in a puddle of goo. The bottom half of her silk dress destroyed.
I turned to the EMT. “What’s the closest hospital?”
“NewYork-Presbyterian,” the woman said at once. “We have an ambulance nearby. We can take her ourselves.”
“Is it that serious?”
The woman considered it and then shook her head. “Only if you want a rush job. If you don’t care how long it takes, then your limo should do the trick. This is a first birth. I would say, at the minimum, she has another twelve hours of labor ahead of her.”
Candice moaned. “Get me the f**k out of here. I don’t care where I go.”
“Honey, we don’t have a birth plan for this hospital,” Lars inter
