Claire's contractions had moved from a four to a five on the pain scale about an hour ago, but subsequent examination by Dr. Pierson revealed that she wasn't progressing very quickly.
"It's normal for a first," Dr. Pierson told her with far too much cheerfulness, "Don't worry, things will pick up before you know it."
House, in an odd twist of sympathy and helpfulness, gave her a very, very low dose of Demerol, citing that it would help her relax and take "the edge off the pain."
"But don't go thinking that I'm your personal pusher," House continued, actually popping several small white pills into his mouth, "Women did this with nothing but a twig to bite on for thousands of years."
Whatever his attitude, the medication apparently did do as promised and after a bit, Claire was able to relax into another light nap. That gave Megabyte opportunity to check on Junior and to confirm what Scott had told him – the baby was definitely empathic. Empathic and sharing in his mother's Demerol supplied numbness. The fetal monitor didn't show any distress, only a drop in heart rate of a beat or two, so there didn't seem to be anything to worry about.
Megabyte went back to reading DHARMA technical manuals and occasionally checking Claire's contractions on the monitor and watching the baby's vitals. It was at one of his checks that a surge of urgency and desperation washed over him, and a faint tickling in the back of his mind.
(What the -- )
Automatically, yet cautiously, he dropped his shields, reaching out with his senses to figure out what he head and felt. It surprised him that he recognized Scott's "voice" considering that he'd never heard it before, but the words were disjointed, quiet, like coming to him from beneath liquid or water and it took a moment for Megabyte to turn what he heard / Rose … women's bath. . .. Pierson and . . .a blanket./ into the full message.
(Crap.)
He glanced at Claire, still sleeping and realized that he couldn't take the chance that the Doctor had heard Scott. There was something wrong with Rose and she needed a doctor and the Doctor. Megabyte was halfway to the door, racking his brain to figure out where the Doctor was when he decided to take a short cut.
(The lab, probably, with Rodney.)
Megabyte teleported there, glad to see that his approximation of the Doctor's location had been correct. "Doctor! There's something wrong with Rose."
He sent back to Scott, /I'm bringing the Doctor. And I'm focused on you now. Can you repeat?/
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Date: 2006-09-11 01:30 am (UTC)"It's normal for a first," Dr. Pierson told her with far too much cheerfulness, "Don't worry, things will pick up before you know it."
House, in an odd twist of sympathy and helpfulness, gave her a very, very low dose of Demerol, citing that it would help her relax and take "the edge off the pain."
"But don't go thinking that I'm your personal pusher," House continued, actually popping several small white pills into his mouth, "Women did this with nothing but a twig to bite on for thousands of years."
Whatever his attitude, the medication apparently did do as promised and after a bit, Claire was able to relax into another light nap. That gave Megabyte opportunity to check on Junior and to confirm what Scott had told him – the baby was definitely empathic. Empathic and sharing in his mother's Demerol supplied numbness. The fetal monitor didn't show any distress, only a drop in heart rate of a beat or two, so there didn't seem to be anything to worry about.
Megabyte went back to reading DHARMA technical manuals and occasionally checking Claire's contractions on the monitor and watching the baby's vitals. It was at one of his checks that a surge of urgency and desperation washed over him, and a faint tickling in the back of his mind.
(What the -- )
Automatically, yet cautiously, he dropped his shields, reaching out with his senses to figure out what he head and felt. It surprised him that he recognized Scott's "voice" considering that he'd never heard it before, but the words were disjointed, quiet, like coming to him from beneath liquid or water and it took a moment for Megabyte to turn what he heard / Rose … women's bath. . .. Pierson and . . .a blanket./ into the full message.
(Crap.)
He glanced at Claire, still sleeping and realized that he couldn't take the chance that the Doctor had heard Scott. There was something wrong with Rose and she needed a doctor and the Doctor. Megabyte was halfway to the door, racking his brain to figure out where the Doctor was when he decided to take a short cut.
(The lab, probably, with Rodney.)
Megabyte teleported there, glad to see that his approximation of the Doctor's location had been correct. "Doctor! There's something wrong with Rose."
He sent back to Scott, /I'm bringing the Doctor. And I'm focused on you now. Can you repeat?/