Stop pushing

Bent over, legs outstretched and off to the side open for the world to see, she let out an enormous long winded abdominal grunt.

Everyone in the room shot off strange looks.

"Come on, let's get you out to the ambulance. You can't have your baby here..." trailed off AmboPartner. He was doing great, using a softly softly approach though it didn't quite seem to be working.

"IT'S COMING! MY BABY IS COMING!!!" she screamed, at the top of her voice.

"What'd she taken?" I asked the nearest police officer.

She shrugged.

"Stop pushing. You're going to hurt yourself." AmboPartner attempted again, in a more assertive voice.

She was in her own little world, so the five of us half supported and half dragged her onto the nearby stretcher.

Seatbelts appeared at lightning speed and a minute later, we were out of the police cells and into our awaiting ambulance.

A young constable rode with AmboPartner in the back as we drove quick smart to the hospital.

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"Has she taken anything?" asked the nurse.

"Quite a bit of alcohol and some sort of drugs... we think."


10mg of Midazolam later, she was still sitting up, abusing the attending doctor and nursing staff.

Final diagnosis: Drug induced acute psychosis. And she wasn't pregnant.