"Hi, I'm Laura," a petite woman stood by Dr. John's side, "I was Dr. John's med student before the…" her voice wavered unable to continue.
Dr. John smiled warmly, taking over the conversation, "Laura here will be just as secretive as I am, for now," he nudged me to take a seat, then sat down himself, not caring it Laura followed suit, "plus, some of the examinations can be a bit, scary, for a single female."
I blushed, remembering that the baby was going to come out of me and that someone had to actually deliver the thing.
I groaned, sinking into the chair wishing to hide.
"The blood results are okay aren't they?" He shouldn't be smiling so damn much if they weren't. He seemed more excited than I'd expected at the prospect of getting to deliver a baby during the apocalypse.
He explained that he worked with children since graduating, only having worked in gynae whilst studying. Never once got to deliver a child himself, but he had seen it done.
