On a 10+, you and Julie save Maggie's life and meet Jeannie.

Kneeling between Maggie's legs, you recognize the signs of a heart attack.

"I'm getting help, Maggie," you say. You look at the phone on her desk, but it doesn't have the CODE buttons that the reception and nursing station telephones do. Spitting out an obscenity, you open Maggie's office door to find Nurse Paul sitting in the reception area.

"Julie," you say in your crisis voice. Her chin tilts up, her eyes focusing on yours.

Nurse Paul frowns. "Gloria, your face?" She strokes her own cheek down to her chin and raises her eyebrows.

Your face is wet with Maggie's vaginal juices. "Never mind. Ms. Baxter is having a heart attack," you say.

Julie steps up to the empty receptionist's desk and presses the CODE button. She calls a response cart to the Nursing Director's office.

You must be rattled. You shouldn't have missed that.

"So, how...?" Julie says, looking from you to the open door, then back to your face.

"Julie, help me with Maggie," you say.

Maggie's teeth are gritted as she sits, half-slumped in her chair, bare beneath the waist, her legs still spread wide, her labia spread open, and her bush matted down from your saliva.

"Oh," Julie says. "Ms. Baxter, there's a team on the way." She steps up and prepares to go into the heart attack response routine.

"Never mind," Maggie hisses. "Get my trousers on before they come. Ahhh!" She grimaces with another pang.

You and Julie pack Maggie's naked bottom half into her slacks. Her underdrawers lie on the floor to the side of her chair. You hear the bustle of the crisis team approaching and stuff Maggie's undies into your pocket.

You and Julie move aside as the team tends to Maggie Baxter. Maggie, teeth still gritted with pain, waves the two of you away as they bare her chest to apply the EKG leads.

It's quieter in the outer office.

Julie says gently, "You'd better wash up."

"What?" It's slipped your mind in the flurry.

Julie puts a finger on your face, still damp. "You. Maggie?"

"Oh! Yes," you say. You meet Julie's eyes. "Was she with you earlier?"

"Yes," Julie says. "How?"

"Her face," you say. "I hope the cardiac team doesn't notice."

Julie shakes her head. "Open secret. You didn't know the boss...?"

You blink. "No, not till today. I only knew about you and about Gina."

Julie smiles. "Guess you'd better get your gaydar adjusted, sister. C'mon."

Julie leads you into the elevator.

"But there's a washroom...?" you say.

She chooses the second floor. BIRTHING CENTER. LABOR AND DELIVERY. WELL BABY.

"L&D," Julie says. "My old home turf."

Julie must mean, Here, nobody will think twice about a woman washing another woman's sexual fluids off her face.

The elevator descends.

"You were waiting outside Maggie's office?" you say.

"She told me to wait, in case you were interested in working with me in the nursing internship program. That we would talk together," Julie says. "I was hoping you would say yes."

"Maggie also said I should talk with Jeannie Goodchild," you say. "Did you like working with her at L&D?"

"I loved working under Jeannie," Julie says. "I'd be happy to put in a good word for you."

The elevator arrives at the second floor. For several years now. Labor and Delivery has been part of a larger unit called the Birthing Center, alongside clinics for prenatal and postnatal care.

The unit assistant and one of the nurses behind the desk nod and smile at Julie as she goes by. You look at them, wondering if either of them are "sisters". An active minority, Maggie had said.

You wash your hands and face in the sink while Julie takes a stall. Behind you, you hear a tinkle, then a flush, then she comes back to join you.

"Ms. Baxter said she was looking for a way to keep you and me out of trouble," Julie says. "Though if she wants to send me to work with the next crop of interns..." She sighs. "It seems more like she wants to get me into more trouble."

"She mentioned that to me," you say. "She asked if we could work together. I think we're supposed to keep each other out of trouble." You meet her eyes in the mirror. "Ms. Baxter seems to be encouraging fraternization within the chain of command, don't you think?"

Julie raises her eyebrows and gives you a half-smile. "Yes. It wouldn't be my first time."

"Ms. Goodchild?" you say.

"Talking about me behind my back?" comes a voice from the door. "I hope it's only good things!"

You turn to see Jeannie Goodchild, all curly brown hair, round face and curves, particularly the curve of her abdomen. She has a hand laid protectively, or possessively, over the swell of her pregnant belly.

Julie smiles. "After all you've done for me, I could only ever say good things."

"What brings you down here, Julie?" Jeannie says. "I thought you'd good and gone up to Orthopedics."

"After, well, after me and Cara?" Julie says. "The Nursing Director thought I needed to be reassigned." She looks to you.

Jeannie looks at you. "Nurse Bates, descending like an angel from on high," you say. "Are you here to keep an eye on Julie?"

You figure you have to tell Jeannie something. "I was just meeting with Ms. Baxter. She wants me to take a rotation away from Orthopedics," you say. "We're..." You shake your head. "Maggie Baxter just had a heart attack in her office."

"Oh dear," Jeannie says.

You say, "The cardiac team was there in a minute. I have every reason to believe she'll be fine."

"I certainly hope so," Jeannie says. "Maggie Baxter is one of our best...well, one of this hospital's brightest lights, let me say. She wants you to take a rotation out?" Jeannie raises her eyebrows.

You reply, "Yes. One of her suggestions was to work at the Birthing Center while you're on leave. Julie promised to put in a good word for me."

"Nurse Bates has been a very good boss," Julie says. "I'll miss her if she doesn't come along with me working with interns and training, but I think she would enjoy working here."

"From what you know, Julie, would Nurse Bates be happy in the Birthing Center's culture?" Jeannie says. "After all, Orthopedics does have a different rhythm than we do."

"She's been exposed to some new perspectives lately. I suppose I could call them consciousness-raising?" Julie says.

Jeannie quirks a smile at Julie's phrase. She raises her eyebrows. "Oh?" she says.

Julie continues, "After some recent experiences, I'm sure Nurse Bates would be very open to the culture."

"Please, call me Gloria, both of you," you say.

"Gloria," Julie says. She tugs at your pocket, pulls out Maggie's panties, and dangles them in the air.

"Julie!" you protest.

Jeannie says, hesitantly, "Sister?"

You take a deep breath. "Sister."

"Kiss me, Gloria," Jeannie says.

You lean forward, avoiding pressure on her pregnant belly.

Two minutes later, you break the kiss.

"Sister," Jeannie says. "You certainly kiss like one. If you're interested in working here while I'm on leave, let's talk more later."

You smile. "This is hardly the place, I agree."

"Are you two off shift?" she asks.

"Yes," you say. Julie nods.

"So am I," Jeannie says. "I am heading off to a hot tub appointment. Would you two like to join me?"

Julie looks at you expectantly. "It's too soon to know how Maggie is doing yet," she says.

(You may take +1 vs. Julie Paul and vs. Jeannie Goodchild from Truth to resolve your first Move roll.)

Also carrying +1 forward from Truth vs. Poppy Broadback.