The Tah'oon

"There may still be a chance," I told her husband brusquely. I threw the cleanest sheet onto a table and shoved it under the single light. "Keep out of the way-in the other room, if you can all pile in there. This isn't exactly aseptic, anyhow. You can boil a lot of moyyah, if you want to help." It would give them something to do and I could use the moyyah to clean up. There was no tee'den to wait for it, however. I had to sterilize with alcohol and carbolic acid, and hope. I bent over the kvin'nah, ripping her nee'fiss gown across to make room for the operation. Then I swore.