"Yeah, you might be right," another chimed in. "She probably has a UTI or something. Maybe she’s just peeing blood."
"Cynthia, you’re so smart—definitely sharper than some people. It's a pity you're still a nurse."
"Oh, stop it, Hadden, you’re just flattering me!” Cynthia giggled, and they continued flirting like it was just another ordinary day.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Through gritted teeth, I forced out a plea: "For the baby’s sake, please help me."
"Stop pretending," Hadden snapped, his tone icy. "What? Trying to win sympathy now? If you’re in such a hurry, go to the obstetrics ward yourself. You’re a nurse, aren’t you? Or are you just that bad at your job? If so, I really should report you and get you fired."
He muttered something else under his breath, but I didn’t catch it. My survival instincts kicked in, and I reached out to grab his hazmat suit, but my fingers slipped.
Just like that, they all walked away, sprayed disinfectant everywhere, sealed the windows, turned off the lights, and locked the doors behind them, just like they would at the end of any regular shift.