"Hello, Emily. I am a doctor. Can you tell me what exactly...the problem is?"
Here it was. The nitty-gritty of the situation. Was it a troubled pregnancy, or was it the pregnancy itself that was the trouble? Perhaps both? In any event, she had made up her mind that she would help, of course. God, but the girl was so YOUNG.
Dr. Carre put her bag down, next to the bed, and opened it, withdrawing a stethescope. Best to start off with this as any other exam. Necessary, anyway, and it would no doubt help to put the girl at ease.