San Diego Quarantine & Processing Station:
Sarah Thompson was not certain what had happened at first. One moment she was standing in a queue with her few personal possessions and the odd card she was ordered to fill out, the next she was on the floor being rolled face up by a negress in some manner of uniform. Fingers clad in rubbery gloves felt along her neck, as another hand grasped her wrist.
"Damn," the woman softly blasphemed more to herself than anyone, "when was the last time you ate?"
"Three, four days ago," Sarah responded, too dazed to think of doing otherwise, "the others could not spare much beyond passage here."
"What others?"
"The other midwives."
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The two days in the upstairs sickroom were disorienting. Some things seemed familiar enough; the devices the briskly professional nurses used to listen to her heart and lungs were clear in their function, but the odd caution they used in bleeding her was quite beyond her experience. Others, like the soft clamp periodically placed in her fingertip and the bladder wrapped around her arm before being inflated to painful tightness, were totally incomprehensible. She supposed there was a healthy level of pressure for the blood in one's body, but if so why would bleeding patients make any sense at all?
"Hello, Miz Thompson," called a familiar voice from outside the curtain, "mind if I come in?"
"Of course," she replied as she pulled the blanket up to hide the indecent night-clothes they put her in.
The negress she recalled from her collapse stepped in, and now that she was in a position to pay attention she noted the (wooden? ivory?) tab on her blouse with 'FREEMAN' carved into it.
(And the trousers. All the women wore trousers without a second thought. She could only pray her clothes were merely being washed)
"Miss... Freeman? Is everything well?"
"Yes, it's official. The only thing wrong with you was not eating and you're being cut loose this afternoon."
"Thank you all for this. I... I cannot afford to."
"County health department's getting the bill. Cheaper than an epidemic.
"Now," Freeman continued as she tugged a familiar card and an odd device out, "Let's get to what we were going to take care of before this excitement. Now 'Name: Sarah Thompson'."
"Yes."
"'Place of Residence: Manchester, Great Britain'"
A nod.
"'Occupation: Midwife'"
"Yes," Sarah mentioned with slight tone of defiance.
"'Reason for Travel:'," Officer Freeman now looked up to meet the woman's eyes, "'Stopping Childbed Fever'"
....
"It was Nan who found the broadsheet on the New California," Sarah began, "or at least found where they said how many women didn't die in childbirth. Then we started talking about how if one of us could speak to the midwives over here or at least find if some of this were written down."
"About what I figured," Freeman nodded, "I took a few liberties to save you some legwork. I'll be off shift by the time you're out the door so I can introduce you to some metal dealers that will give you a decent price on any silver or copper you have on you. That at least will keep you fed for a minute.
"Now," Freeman continued as she laid out brightly colored folded pamphlets and plainer printed sheets before Thompson, "first here are a few hostels. Some church-run, a couple of co-ops, all cheap and willing to give you some leeway. Next is a list of women's clinics around here, I highlighted the ones that actually know what they're talking about. Now here are a few stationary stores for extra pens and paper because," now came a flourish, "The public library won't loan to anyone without they don't think is staying long term, but you can read anything on the shelves at the main one downtown or the thirty five branches."
Sarah's jaw dropped, nigh on two score reading rooms? "Thank you," she whispered, "bless you."
Freeman grinned and set most of the first stack aside before handing her a card with a location and time on it. "This is just the backup though. San Diego State has an open invitation to scholars and medical professionals, convince them and you get the run of their library along with databse access and a paper allowance. You can even sit in on classes."
"Medical? But I'm no doctor!"
"My son's doing pre-med there and according to him the 'doctors' that show up have to start from scratch. You knew you had to get here, that's as good a start as any."