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Stacey states, placing a blood pressure cuff to Simone’s arm. Pushing the button on the blood pressure machine; Stacey moves to her desk and picks up a heartbeat monitor. The beep from the blood pressure machine sounds; glancing at the numbers “120 over 65. Blood pressure perfect” Stacey states, writing the number on her hand before placing gel on the end of the wand. “Stacey; can you please stop for a second?” Emmett seethes, glaring at the doctor. “Can you please slow down and explain to us what you are doing?”

His reaction was slight to her act, only moving his eyes down to look at her, his expression unreadable, and then traveling his gaze back to the imaginary show he was watching above. Maria wore the cuff around him, waiting for the beep sound to indicate the completion of the measurement. "Your blood pressure is normal as well, very good, Mr. Stanley," she voiced after reading the result on the machine while he reached for the cuff, enthusiastically unwrapping it from his skin. "In conclusion, your heart rate is seventy-two beats per minute, blood pressure is one twenty-eight over seventy-two." She concluded, reading loudly and her words sounded like a different language made of jargon to him

Doctor Milan Rad brought out a small electronic record keeper and handed it over to Nathaniel, who scanned it from top to bottom, he looked at Melissa and Richard with an inquisitive face, before glancing at Rad. "Sure, speak on," Melissa said. He had been trying to ask if he could say anything in front of the doctor. He exhaled and started. "These readings, they have the same close value as that other patient," he started. "They are scattered and unnatural,"he said and then turned to Rad. "Right?" Rad nodded. "They spike and level at unnatural places. For example, his blood pressure is at three hundred and fifty. Only that should have ended his life."

"Monitor for symptoms. Make sure you're eating properly and resting. Dr. Chen has my number." I wanted to refuse. But my blood pressure had spiked to 150/100 that morning, and I'd been too dizzy to drive myself to the pharmacy for my new medication. Pride was a luxury I couldn't afford anymore. Julian left after Margaret was settled, but he called that evening. "How was your blood pressure?" No greeting, just straight to the point. "One-forty-five over ninety-eight. Better than this morning." "Did you eat?" "Margaret made soup."

] The door flew open. Dr. Hewitt. Not in her coat. In scrubs. Hair up. “What is his blood pressure?” she said to the nurse. “171 over 102,” the nurse said. Dr. Hewitt looked at me. Then at the screen. Then at Adrian. “Stop,” she said. “Now. This deposition is terminated. Mrs. Knight is showing signs of preeclampsia exacerbation. We’re moving to Magnesium Level 2.” “I’m fine,” I said. “I’m—”

The demands of time are weighing on me. “Doctor, his blood pressure is going down again,” the nurse says curtly on the side. The doctor ignores her, “Just think of yourself as a magnet. You are drawing the silver to this area of the body,” he says. As I stand there concentrating, I start to hear the machines starting to beep crazily.

"Kwen. What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing my back. I turned to face him, fighting my hardest against my tears. "My head." I whispered out. He quickly picked me up in his arms and left. He took me all the way to the med center, and a bed was prepared for me by the time I got there. He laid me down and strapped me to a heart monitor, and my pulse and heart beat was way too high. "Oh my goodness. Her blood pressure is 160/101. That's why your head is killing you. We have to get your blood pressure under control."

They’re all saying things I don’t understand “Page OB and bring the ultrasound in! And I want her typed and crossed for 2 units.” “IV is in, hanging D5LR wide open now. I’ll get a second line.” “BP is low, 75/43 with tachycardia in the 140s, satting at 91%.” “Putting her in Trendelenburg now” “Get the nonrebreather on her!” Another doctor and nurse run in, an aid behind them pushing an ultrasound machine. A few people at the table step out of the way to let them at her as the aid hands the doctor the ultrasound probe.

"BP is seventy over 45." "Keep the fluids running, continue oxygen and watch her like a hawk." The room seemed to exhale collectively. While Benita climbed down from the bed on unsteady legs. Then another nurse took over monitoring while she stepped aside to catch her breath. Dr. Adrian stayed close to Hearty, watching every rise and fall of her chest. Slowly, agonizingly slowly and the numbers began to climb. Oxygen saturation reached 92. Blood pressure crept up to 90 over 45. Her pulse strengthened to 58.

I thought about the fact that Mr Davis had held that information quietly and without using it, had simply filed it in the careful archive of his attention and waited. "Thank you," I said. "For remembering." He lowered the newspaper slightly. Just enough to look at me over the top of it, the sharp eyes that missed nothing. "Don't thank me," he said, which was what he always said. "Take his blood pressure before you go. The morning readings have been inconsistent and I want you to check the afternoon variance." "Of course," I said. I picked up the cuff. He raised the newspaper again. Outside, the oak tree shifted in a small wind, its shadow moving across the grass, and the morning continued in