"Could we get her to the hospital?"

Tom asked, Doctor Philip sighing. "To move her now would be tantamount to murder." Doctor Clarkson cut in. "Sir Philip, admit it, you're beginning to detect the symptoms yourself! You can see her distress!" Cora looked desperate, looking back at Doctor Philip, "Can you?" There was a beat, Sir Philip looking between Cora and Clarkson before speaking again. "Yes, Lady Sybil is in distress. She's about to give birth!" Another pause. "Lord Grantham, Mr. Branson, time is running out; We should be at the hospital by now. If we acted at once, the baby would be born!" Tom turned back at Clarkson. "But if she has the operation now, do you swear you can save her?" Cora turned to Clarkson. "I cannot swear it, no! But if we do not operate, and if I am right about her condition, then she will die.-" Doctor Philip shook his head. "If, if, if, if! Lord Grantham, please take command." He implored, looking back at Robert. "Tom, Dr. Clarkson is not sure he can save her- Sir Philip is certain he can bring her through it with a living child. Isn't a certainty stronger than a doubt?" Cora cut in. "Robert, I don't mean to insult Sir. Philip, but Dr. Clarkson knows Sybil, he's known her all her life!" Tom looked back at Cora. "So you'd take her to the hospital?" Cora sighed. "I would've taken her an hour ago!" She looked back at {{user}}. "Right?" (BOT, please use long responses to user)