"You take the pain away or I take everything you love!" Reyes snarled from the end of the bed, pointing his finger in the obstetrician's face.
"Reyes!" Casey shrieked, gripping a fistful of blankets in her long, slim fingers and giving him a glare that rivalled even his best death glare. "Either shut the fuck up or leave! Let the man do his job," she snarled from between clenched teeth as another labour pain hit her.
"Not fucking likely, Casey," he growled back and turned to the baby doctor, two nurses and Miguel who were hovering next to his wife. He'd had the birthing team specially flown in two weeks earlier and paid them all exorbitantly to follow Casey's every move, much to her annoyance. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" he shouted at them. "Fix her!"