Tim let out a startled, strangled sort of sound and put his hand out in a wild gesticulation of---panic. Panic! His nose was bleeding (it had--dripped, augh--) and he was pretty sure his eye was swelling and now she was going into labor? Now? NOW? Oh---oh---oh.
"Okay---okay, Mungo's would be---good, right? That would be---yes, okay---don't panic!" he said, even though his voice was shaking terribly and he hadn't moved at all to help get his wife up. Definitely not the panic he'd been expecting to be in when Mina went into labor, because he'd absolutely been expecting some panic, but he was dizzy and exhausted and tired and---and---
"Okay, just--let's just--get up and annnnd we'll side-along and everything will be fine, just fine, I'm fine!"
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