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Nolan's POV

"My wife, she's giving birth, where can I find her", I said, running into the medbay and the nurse called me over as the women of the hospital came down the stairs rushing to me.

"Nolan, what do we owe this fine fine pleasure to?", the women who held up the image of the hospital asked, staring at me up and down, but I was too nervous, too busy to call her out on her unprofessionalism.

"My wife she came here, I need to know where she is", I told her and she continued to ignore me while yapping on and on about the new oncology branch.

"Can you find me my wife's room or not?", I asked, again and she looked at me confused by my question.

"Nolan, I didn't know you were married", she said, as if the whole world didn't know, it was like I needed to wear a shirt saying "I'm married". Nat would have her share of laughter about all this, I wish I could tell her now.

"It's Mr. Clemente, now please find my wife's room", I said sternly and the women looked at me with a new flare