They pulled her onto the stretcher and the medic spoke hurriedly to Francis. "It seems like she's just fainted, but we're going to take her to the hospital to be sure. Have you noticed any strange behavior with her lately?"
"She should be fine. We just have to run some tests," she said hurriedly. "Make sure that everything's alright."
"Her blood sugar was extremely low, and her vitals suggest that she was exhausted, but the main cause of this incident, Mr. Craw, was most likely stress-related," the nurse said primly, closing the chart. Poppy was in the hospital bed, hooked up to an IV. She was still unconscious, her lips slightly parted, her red hair contrasting with the stark white of the hospital pillow. Her hands had been placed on her stomach.
She sighed, consulting her chart. "Well, we can give her some medication that will make her sleepy. She has to sleep. It's probably contributing to her stress."
She glanced down at Poppy for a moment before glancing up at Francis. "Honestly, Mr. Craw, if I were you, I would just slip the pill in her water or something. We can try some stuff that might lessen the nightmares, but it's all very complicated, and it might not work. She'll go right off to sleep, nightmares or no."
She shrugged, folding her arms. "Do what you want, but she passed out partly due to exhaustion. Sometimes the people we love can't help themselves, so we gotta do it for them."
