The page came and we were off. 15 week miscarriage and she wouldn’t stop bleeding – we quickly consented her and her husband while a mound of absorbent pads had accumulated between her legs.
As she was prepped and wheeled off, her husband held onto her hand as long as possible and watched as we rushed her to theatre.
I glanced back at him as stood there, looking tiny, lost and alone in his ill fitting booties, gown and hat.