Demelza prepares to say something in return, though a pain seizes her and her hand clutches instinctively at Ross's, holding onto him tightly as the pain slowly expands through her, down her lower back, into her pelvis and her upper thighs. They come more often now, stronger than before, and as she's wheeled into a room, she realizes there's much yet left to do. They must undress her and she feels a flush of embarrassment, realizing the nurses and doctors might see so much more than she would like.

It's one thing, thinking of Dwight being the one to help her, but it's quite another, knowing all these strangers will be exposed to her most intimate parts.

"Ross," she all but whispers as the kind woman from the ambulance helps her to sit up and then walk to the bed within the room. "Ross, can 'ee help me undress and change into the gown they give me? I don't want..." She frowns then, the expression tight, her modesty taking over. She doesn't want them to see. It's one thing, too, showing herself to her husband, she knows he loves her and loves how she looks under her bodice and undergarments and she takes pride in the pleasure she can give him, but her body is hers alone, to be shared only with those she wants to see and Ross is the only man whose eyes should have the freedom to roam across her.

"Is that alright?" she asks one of the women. "That my husband help me without anyone else in the room? The baby's not comin' just yet and I'd feel that much better if it were only him t'see me."

"Of course," she answers, touching Demelza's arm. "We have a gown for you, he can help you into it. Your doctor is coming from his office, so he'll be a bit anyway. The nurses will take care of you, but I'll let them know you're changing with your husband first. We're not in any rush and I don't think your baby is quite ready to see the rest of us yet either."

"Thank 'ee," Demelza answers, flushed only slightly as the woman passes the gown to Ross.