Miriam hadn't had a break all day, running from one patient to the next. They worried her, these cases, as they didn't seem to be able to do anything to help them at all. An infant had already died in her arms.
She sighed. And was just about to sit down when Medi-witches called her about a new case. Forcing herself to stay alert she hurried out into the lobby, only to have to fight the groan when she saw who the patient was.
So keeping her from her daughter hadn't helped at all.
'Get Mr Finch-Fletchley,' she told a medi-witch, stepping up to the man holding her. 'How long has she been like this?' she asked, showing them both into a room where he could place Ms Bulstrode on a bed. She pondered putting her in the same room as her daughter, but for that she wanted the bleeding to stop first. The daughter was sick enough, she didn't need to worry the child with seeing her mother like this. She ran a couple of spells only to confirm what she already knew. The same thing, though she hadn't got any spots yet. She wasn't the first to develop them at a later stage - and she was probably worse off because of it.