Summer’s POV
I glance up, “Alpha Jackson, with all due respect. I am the doctor here. I am the one who decides what is urgent and what isn’t. Please, can you find out what injuries we have downstairs? Can you also have them check on Mrs. Clayton? She was borderline septic when we came up here.”
He wasn’t happy, but he went off, returning with a nurse. I carry on working, listening to everything she is saying. She gives me the full breakdown of the patients downstairs, then tells me Mrs. Sinclair’s waters have broken and the umbilical cord is showing. I look up at the nurse in the observation gallery. “Are you kidding me? Get her up here now. That baby has been at risk of infection since the umbilical cord was exposed.” I am raging. “We have to get it out, NOW.”
“Bloody unbel
