"Greek," Rhode ground out, as another contraction gripped her. "Greek, going all the way back."
She was just about ready to get up from the bed and demand Helios be let in, when he finally reappeared, dressed in scrubs. So she sat back down, appeased for the moment.
Another contraction hit, and she squeezed his hand so hard, her knuckles turned white. "Gods, but she wants out," she managed to joke through gritted teeth.