Rosetta thought of all she had been through, especially all she had been through with Shaun.
"No." She said softly. "Not really."
The ER was hopping that night. Patients were on overflow status, and so Shaun was taken immediately to surgery. Although the wound wasn't that severe, it was the next open place with the training to deal with such a wound. The doctor that came in looked frazzled, but alert. He was a kind old soul, and he tended to Shaun after numbing the area.
"You need to stay here for at least an hour while we monitor the clotting and your temperature." He told Shaun, handing him the television remote. Shaun was in the bed closest to the door, the checkout desk right outside of his room. When the doctor left, another doctor came out of the adjourning room.
"I haven't had time for dictation all day." She told her nurse, handing her a stack of charts. "I have to take this, I'll sign off on what you get through."
The nurse sighed, she was used to this even though it wasn't quite legal.
"Patient is an African American female, approximately 5'8" and 135lbs." She began, Shaun able to hear. "Patient in last month of second trimester, entering third, brought to ward for ultrasound and check-up. Fetus approximately fifteen inches, responds to touch and sound. Mom and baby are healthy. Mother concerned about outward size of herself, told she has lots of room for the baby to settle vertically. Requested band to better hide pregnancy, father not in the picture. Patient name: Rosetta Thomas, date of birth 6/24/1992."