Insurance First, Right?
Rose was wheeled straight down the corridor, while a woman gently pulled Gianni to the side. “Mr. Tarantino, I’m afraid I need to get some insurance details or we won’t be able to go much further with Rose”. “Are you insured?”. Gianni felt enraged that this was even relevant at this given moment. His fiancé was about to give birth! Who cares about insurance right now? Surely that can be sorted later. Despite his hesitations, he realized that he was far from the practices that are usual for this type of situation in Italy. This is America. Gianni sighed and told them all the details they needed.
“Now can I see Rose?”, he asked impatiently. The nurse nodded and brought him into 6B – the delivery room.
Insurance First, Right
A Traumatic Reunion
“Gianni! Where have you been!”, screamed an in-pain Rose. She looked horrendous, like she had just been shot. Having a child is never easy, but having one under this amount of stress prematurely must have been some of the worst circumstances imaginable. “I’m here bella, what can I do?”. It was too late though. The baby was coming right now!
A Traumatic Reunion