THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 129's. Family Affair 1's
Today I remember something. Tomorrow's April 28th, it's James' birthday. 10 days after my brother's birthday, he's a birthday.
Dic*khead's birthday is two days away. So I went to the soup kitchen to see the head chef, see if I planned a little surprise for him.
"John's."
"Little Sunshine, what brings you here today." This smiling John calls me Little Sunshine, he says I remind him of his daughter.
"Ehm, actually like this. James has a birthday tomorrow, may I ask to make 1 cupcake or muffin just to celebrate. If there's no ingredients, I know the ingredients are hard."
"Only for cupcakes is not difficult, it is easy. I made about 100 little cupcakes okay. I save material for special moments like this. Sometimes I like to ask for sweet things, and sometimes they come here. Every now and then we need a sweet dessert. We can arrange it like a birthday cake, to celebrate this."
"really? You have the material." It's suprise, we can have cupcakes. I think the material will be difficult it turns out he can also get a supply of materials for dessert like this.
"For celebration at dinner okay. The day after night come here at 7 to pick up her birthday cake. I'll help you bring it later."
"Thank you John, you're the best."
"Whatever to you Sunshine." I smile happily now. I never thought we could even celebrate together. Indeed medis+ support staff about 100 fewer people.
I'm back at work. Today he said there are refugees. There must be someone who needs treatment, whether mild or severe.
Tom came later.
"Jen, there's an emergency, a convoy carrying women who are trying to give birth, the waters have broken. Their estimates are up to maybe thirty minutes away."
"Ohh really. Alright." I immediately had someone look for Deborah.
"Understand Jen. Jump push him into my ward when he gets there." He's getting ready to take his patients, while the others I've told you about.
The military truck this time stopped in front of the ER. Patient's coming.
"Go to the midwifery." A woman who was put down groaned in pain. Some families followed him.
"You'll be fine, we're there." A panicked-faced black man who seemed to be her husband was holding her hand tightly. Follows those who push her into the labor ward.
"Only the husband can enter. One man."
"He's not her husband! I'm Mother!" Oh my God what another family drama this is. The nurse waited for who would come in. Even though the patient himself has entered the maternity room.
"That's my son, you can't separate us!" The woman's family was white while the man who appeared to be the father of the child was black.
"I never let you!" They are still fighting.It seems love is not blessed. I'm taking an intervention.
"Whose name do you want to accompany you to give birth."
"I want Dixon here." He answered clearly.
"Mr Dixon let's go inside." The man quickly entered while I closed the door.
"Mam, I'm sorry you had to wait outside quietly." I put the man in the delivery room.
"That man is not her husband!" I don't understand what's going on with this family, the only thing you need to consider is that the patient can give birth safely.