[for Carson]
It had been over a week since the nausea had started. For a day or two it had seemed to get better, but today it was worse, actually making her ill before lunch. Teyla knew she could not put it off any longer, going to the clinic in search for Carson. He was there, not unsurprising to her, bent over a desk and working.
"Carson? I was hoping to speak with you."
"Carson? I was hoping to speak with you."