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Nov. 11th, 2008 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guppy_sandhu"For goodness sake don't get caught doing that." Frogspawn says anxiously as Guppy smuggles the Milliways infirmary portable scanner into her cubicle. Guppy gives her a reassuring smile, sits between the curtain and the scanner, and carefully runs it over her again.
"What are you looking for?" she asks quietly.
"This technology comes from a world hundreds if not more than a thousand years ahead." Guppy says. "When I scanned you before, we were so enthralled by the fact it could make a three dimentional image that I didn't even think to check if it could tell anything else."
He sits on the bed next to her, and they look at the three dimentional picture of their son in the womb. He's sucking his thumb. Guppy flicks through the settings, trying to find out anything that might be helpful to them. A small flashing red light in the corner of the screen, when investigated, shows a 'warning, early birth highly likely' message.
"Well we know that." Frogspawn says. "But how does the scanner know?"
"I have no idea." Guppy says. "Probably undiscovered science." He presses a few more buttons and finds it comes up with a graph of likely birth dates. "It's less sure when, but it reckons you have a thirty five percent chance of giving birth between saturday and monday." He checks his diary. "Which would make him twenty four and a half weeks."
"Go back to the first screen?" Frogspawn peers over at the machine as Guppy adjusts it, then points to it. "Guppy, this machine reckons he's already twenty four and a half, we're five days out."
Guppy stares at it as light dawns. Dates of conception, after all, get estimated from the last menstrual period.
"Twenty four weeks, three days. Approximately 890g." he reads off the screen, before breaking out into a small yet relieved smile. "He's passed the crucial milestone, and he's a good size for his age."
As the ward sister moves towards the curtained cubicle to check Mrs Sandhu's obs, she stops for a second as she hears a slightly odd sound. Stepping into the cubicle, she gives a noise of exclamation.
"Dr Sandhu! What on earth do you think you're doing? Your wife is in no fit state to be passionnately kissed in that manner!" She approaches to put a disapproving firm hand on his shoulder just as he finishes stuffing the scanner into his inside pocket with his free hand, then shoos him out until tomorrow's visiting hour.
For once, as they share a wink and a giggle across the ward, he doesn't mind quite as much.
"What are you looking for?" she asks quietly.
"This technology comes from a world hundreds if not more than a thousand years ahead." Guppy says. "When I scanned you before, we were so enthralled by the fact it could make a three dimentional image that I didn't even think to check if it could tell anything else."
He sits on the bed next to her, and they look at the three dimentional picture of their son in the womb. He's sucking his thumb. Guppy flicks through the settings, trying to find out anything that might be helpful to them. A small flashing red light in the corner of the screen, when investigated, shows a 'warning, early birth highly likely' message.
"Well we know that." Frogspawn says. "But how does the scanner know?"
"I have no idea." Guppy says. "Probably undiscovered science." He presses a few more buttons and finds it comes up with a graph of likely birth dates. "It's less sure when, but it reckons you have a thirty five percent chance of giving birth between saturday and monday." He checks his diary. "Which would make him twenty four and a half weeks."
"Go back to the first screen?" Frogspawn peers over at the machine as Guppy adjusts it, then points to it. "Guppy, this machine reckons he's already twenty four and a half, we're five days out."
Guppy stares at it as light dawns. Dates of conception, after all, get estimated from the last menstrual period.
"Twenty four weeks, three days. Approximately 890g." he reads off the screen, before breaking out into a small yet relieved smile. "He's passed the crucial milestone, and he's a good size for his age."
As the ward sister moves towards the curtained cubicle to check Mrs Sandhu's obs, she stops for a second as she hears a slightly odd sound. Stepping into the cubicle, she gives a noise of exclamation.
"Dr Sandhu! What on earth do you think you're doing? Your wife is in no fit state to be passionnately kissed in that manner!" She approaches to put a disapproving firm hand on his shoulder just as he finishes stuffing the scanner into his inside pocket with his free hand, then shoos him out until tomorrow's visiting hour.
For once, as they share a wink and a giggle across the ward, he doesn't mind quite as much.
