Time on My Hands
Chapter 5: 195 CE: Tending to Romans
A few minutes later the centurion led Raben into a two story stone home. The moans of his wife could be heard as soon as they entered. Without hesitating he ran up the stairs and into the room where the moaning woman lay on a bed. The midwife and the healer were ineffectively tending to the woman.
“Have you given her anything?” Raben asked as he moved to the woman’s side and began to gently palpitate her swollen tummy.
“Who are you?” The healer asked indignantly as he tried to maintain control.
“I’m an Ianuarian,” Raben declared. “Now answer my question! What have you given her?”
“Get out,” The healer demanded. “You’re too young to know what to do.”
“The baby is turned,” Raben declared as he glared at the healer. “It’s too late to try to properly realign it. That should have been done when labor began. It will never come out naturally.”