"Now, now, none of that, my dear," he said, knowing how difficult this must be for this young woman. "I know it's hard, but as long as he's all right, we can let him sleep while we find a cure."
John was reminded of Pansy for a moment, and barely stopped from snorting. "My dear, you found your husband in this state. It must have been quite a shock for you. You should have been seen regardless. That little bundle you're carrying only makes it more important. How far along are you, dear? Have you felt any contractions?" He hoped not, the last thing they needed was for her to go into premature labour. "You don't mind if I make sure that everything is all right, do you?"