The surprising thing was that the jubilation and chaos were not contained in the hospital. Though speculations, almost everyone who had seen the most powerful couple's grand entrance was sure of this good news. Most were happy, but as usual, there were a few not so happy with this news.
"I just saw them," a nurse whispered into the phone, ducking into the supply room as the elevator doors closed at the end of the corridor. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the receiver of the wall-mounted phone … one of the few untraceable lines left in the old wing.
"Both of them. Together. Alive. In the flesh."
There was a pause on the other end. A silence too deliberate to be natural.
Then: "Where are they going?"
The voice was distorted—mechanically scrambled, barely human.
She swallowed.
"The obstetrics and gynaecology."
Another pause. Then, almost like static laced with amusement:
"Of course he did. Watch them. Don't interfere."
The line went dead.
