Verity hated men like that. If what he was saying was true and she was indeed pregnant then she was pregnant. It was her body. And there he was asking her husband permission to continue doing tests.
"You may address me concerning my medical care," she said, a bit of her strength returning to her.
She would have argued with the further treatment if she wasn't trying to get her mind around what he was telling her. She almost had to believe him, didn't she? A child... and she may have a lready put it in danger....
She lay as still as she could manage, slowing her breathing and looking down at his wand as though she could read the results of the test herself.