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An hour left.
That was all that was left on her shift. As someone was was nearly five months pregnant now the weight of her stomach was growing to be unbearable. She loved the child already, but she was unsure if she was going to enjoy the rest of her pregnancy and the side affects. It was at the precise moment that she was enjoying the hospitals relative silence that she was handed intake paperwork. “He requested you. Just a few cuts from what I can tell.” The other healer said, shrugging as she walked away from Hilda. The woman sighed as she rose from her chair, hand supporting her lower back.
She made her way down the hallway to the intake room where the patient was. “Good afternoon, I’m Hilda Finnegan and I’ll be you - “ Hilda drew a sharp intake of breath, all pleasantness devoid from her features. She snapped the file shut with as much noise as it offer, eyes narrowing. “You can get someone else to help you.”