<strong>Helen ~ work never stops</strong><br/><br/>The door closed softly behind her and Helen leant back against it, pulling the hat from her head and screwing it up into a ball and throwing it in the waste.  She still wore scrubs, the pale blue outfit of pants and tunic was standard down in the maternity section.  Especially in the Ors.  There were three on site, and they could deal with any eventuality, if not there was always a Doctor not far away who could be called in and paid handsomely for silence.<br/><br/>This time though Helen had handle it, but it hadn't gone well.  One of the breeders had died after delivery.  She had haemorrhaged badly and she hadnt been able to stop the bleeding.  The baby was fine, a fine baby boy weighing in 7 lb 4.  He was being cared for by one of the six slaves who had been trained by Helen to look after the breeders and the babies.  But losing one was always hard, especially when she was quite new, they had hoped to have her produce for another five years at least.  But that was the way it went.  She logged the baby's details, he would be with them a few days and then taken to his parents.<br/><br/>There was a girl due any when, the breeder was in labour, this one the parents were waiting, they had paid a small fortune for her.  Her new mother had watched the father rape the breeder.  The baby would be raised as theirs and no one would know any difference.  Helen had a feeling the baby would come in the next few hours.  The new parents were ready and waiting in the Parents suite.  The mother in labour strapped to a bed and looked after by the slaves.<br/><br/>Mordecai would need to know.  They still had 10 breeders, three were ready to cover, so he would need to select the men for that unless he had any specials lined up.  She jotted the notes down, ready for him, the numbers of the female, and how many babies they had had.  Helen remembered them all.  She was trusted, she knew everything....she loved him....<br/><br/>There was a faint murmur of voice from the room where Maddy was, she lifted a syringe, and headed down, she didn't want too much conversation, the woman needed to sleep.  She knocked and walked in.<br/><br/>“Mr Yoatz, hows the patient?” she asked, ignoring Maddy as she studied the readings and stuck the needle in her arm, sending her off to sleep.  “She needs rest.  I';ll release her to you tomorrow if she is better.” She said, giving him a sad, weary smile.