first taste of love

Phoebe Call the Midwife "You will let me through this instant! I am her midwife! Now move!" Phoebe was generally not a shouter. Emphasis on 'generally'. Her soft voice was off key, unused to the strain of the volume. But there was no denying that the Nightingale would get through, come hell or high water. The echoing sentiments of Pim likely helped. The dainty blonde tumbled in, tousled bun more flyway than updo, medical bag in one hand and honeysuckle crown in the other. Behind her, the snarls of her pink companion kept the vanguard of rule abiding nurses at bay. And of Frey's rose gold trio, it was Branbast of course who trotted in fully composed, hopping up upon the bed to purr at her side. "You missed your appointment Rae-ling." "I'm here, I'm here!" Phoebe breathed, dropping her bag as she rushed to her side. "Miss! This is delivery room, you can't just -" an attending nurse started. But Phoebe was having none of it. "Miss Hart is my patient and it is your oversight in calling me that made me late! Now out! No colleagues allowed in this room!" she said firmly, voice level and calm. If they insisted on arguing there was a dragon happy to chase them out so his bonded could concentrate. Skilled hands danced over Tobi's frame as she performed a quick assessment. The midwife smiled warmly, a slight nod of her chin. "Alright, definitely overdue for this." she said, placing the crown upon her head.