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Steve groaned again, and the nurse in her took over.
‘YOUR parents are here, Steven. They’re waiting to see you. Do you feel up to it?’
His mouth twisted in a bitter little smile. ‘You mean I’m going to feel better?’ he whispered.
It wasn’t really a question. Kathleen lifted her head and met Jack’s eyes pleadingly. He nodded.
It was time to be honest.
‘You’ve got severe chest and abdominal injuries, as well as the injuries to your legs.’
‘Will I die?’
She was struck by how blue his eyes were as they bored into her own—blue and clear, like the sky. What a bloody waste.
‘I’m afraid it’s quite likely.’
‘Don’t be—afraid. It’s OK, really. It’s what I want …’
His eyes flickered closed, and he licked his lips. ‘Love a drink.’
‘I’ll get you some iced water.’
She found a nurse and sent her for it, and then held the cup and dabbed his lips with a swab dipped in the water.
‘Thanks.’ His voice was weaker. Kathleen didn’t think they could afford to wait any longer.
She met Jack’s eyes, and he nodded. ‘I’ll get them.’
‘Thanks.’
As he moved past her, she took a clean swab and wiped his cheek.
‘You could change your coat first.’
He glanced down and gave a short, humourless grunt of laughter. ‘Yes, I think you’re right. Put a blanket over him.’
He was only gone a minute, and when he returned, it was with a couple in their fifties who were holding hands as if they were desperately hanging on to reality.
They were obviously shocked by his condition and lost for words, but he shocked them further with his.
‘Never been what you wanted—I’m sorry. Never meant to hurt you,’ he whispered.
Kathleen swallowed a lump in her throat, Ben coughed discreetly and Jack busied himself at the X-ray box.
The phone on the wall rang softly, and Kathleen answered it.
Theatre’s ready for him,’ she said quietly.
Jack nodded and took a step towards Steve where he lay surrounded by his family, and then everything seemed to happen at once.
The monitor shrilled, Steve moaned, his mother gasped, and everybody leapt into action.
‘Pressure’s dropped right away,’ Kath said quietly.
‘Damn, he’s arrested,’ Jack muttered, and flung the covers off his chest.
Kath snatched up an airway and tipped back his head. ‘Ben, come and bag him while I get the drugs.’
She handed the airbag to the registrar while Jack pressed rhythmically on the patient’s sternum. ‘What do you want, IV adrenalin, calcium and atropine?’
Jack nodded. ‘And adrenalin into the heart. Let’s not mess about.’
Someone suggested to his parents that they should leave, but no one had time to show them out.
She handed Jack the syringe with the long needle, and he slid it neatly between the ribs and into the heart while Kath injected the other drugs into the giving set in his arm.
‘OK, let’s check the monitor.’
They glared at the screen, willing the line to flutter into life, but the trace remained persistently flat.
‘Come on, damn it!’ Jack muttered and thumped his chest again. ‘Now!’
Nothing.
‘Try again?’ Kath said quietly.
Jack let his breath out on a sigh and shook his head. ‘His aorta’s gone. It’s pointless. Damn, damn, damn …’
He removed his hands, stripped off his gloves and stepped back, only then noticing the stricken parents still standing near the door. He lifted his hands helplessly.
‘I’m sorry—we did everything we could.’
‘Oh, thank God it’s over,’ his mother said unsteadily, and then the tears overflowed and ran down her pale cheeks.
Kathleen carefully covered the shattered body with the blanket, but left his face uncovered. Relatives hated to see a sheet over the faces of their loved ones. It was illogical, but quite understandable, and she respected that. Sticking her head out of the door, she summoned a nurse and got her to take the young man’s parents back to the interview-room and give them a cup of tea.
They cleaned themselves up quickly, instructed all the others to shower again as thoroughly as possible in view of the AIDS risk, and then went into the interview room to talk to Steve’s parents.
Jack was astonishing. All day long she had wondered how he had managed to bamboozle his way into a consultancy, but first the calm, unflappable way he had dealt with Steve and now here, with the devastated relatives, Kathleen had an opportunity to see at first hand the qualities that set him apart as a consultant.
He talked through the whole drama again with them, explaining the various problems their son had had, discussing the probable outcome of each of his injuries had he survived, and then, when there was no doubt left in their minds that he should have died, he gave them even more.
‘Whatever problems you’ve had in the past, remember that he loved you, and you loved him. No one can ever take that from you.’
It was a calculated tear-jerker, but delivered with great sincerity, and Kathleen found her own eyes misting over.
She escaped to her office as soon as the Blowers’ left, grabbing herself a cup of coffee on the way. Seconds later there was a tap on her door and Jack came in.
‘Are you OK? You looked a bit shaken up.’
‘Oh, yes, I’m fine. It all adds variety. You know what they say—the spice of life, and all that …’
Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat.
He gave a grim little smile. ‘If you say so, Irish. Got any of that coffee left?’
She handed him the cup and he swallowed the remains with a gulp.
‘Home, I think. Fancy a drink on the way?’
She remembered their inauspicious start, and her somewhat ungracious behaviour during the morning. Perhaps it would be an opportunity to smooth things over, to apologise again and make a fresh start.
Her mouth was opening, the reply ready, when there was a tap on the door.
‘Ah, Mr Lawrence—there’s a young man who’d like to talk to you. His name’s Danny Featherstone. I think he’s a friend of Steven Blowers.’
He nodded at the receptionist. ‘Put him in my office. I’ll be along in a tick.’
He turned back to Kathleen and shrugged.
‘Sorry.’
She took a deep breath.
‘Maybe later?’
He shook his head slightly. ‘Some other time, perhaps. I don’t know if I’d be very good company tonight after all. I’ll see you.’
And with that, he was gone.
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_8c79e1e9-faa4-5abe-9453-ec68995bb84f)
THERE was a strange car in the consultant’s slot the following day.
Kathleen found herself heaving a sigh of relief. If he had come by car, then she wouldn’t have to endure the sight of him in all that black leather gear looking like something from Star Wars. All he needed was a sweeping black cloak …
She hauled herself back to reality. Damn the man. He was persecuting her, and he didn’t even know it! She hadn’t been able to sleep at all the night before for thinking of him, and some of her thoughts had been unprintable.
But then, yesterday had been a funny old day, clouded as it was by the memory of Steve Blower’s traumatic and tragic death and the image of Jack comforting his parents. It seemed inconceivable that the man who had teased her so unforgivably in the morning had been so filled with compassionate understanding later in the same day. She had had him pegged as an emotional lightweight, probably good at his job in a technical sense but untroubled by messy feelings.
Instead, he had proved himself to be capable of great human emotion. Odd, that. Jim had been good with relatives, but Jack had some extra dimension to add to it.
She had pondered on it all night—that and the image of his laughing eyes and the way his full, firm lips tipped so readily into that wickedly sexy smile.
Just a flirt, she chastised herself, and probably a married flirt for all that. After all, he must be pushing forty at the very least to be a consultant in A and E, although he didn’t look it by any stretch of the imagination.
Well, only the once, when Steven Blowers had died and he had looked up at the parents, and then a curious bleakness had stolen over his face and drained the life away. Then he had looked older.
With a sigh, she got out of the car and locked it, walking deliberately by his car to peer curiously inside.
It was a very ordinary car, a middle of the range Ford in deep blue metallic with a roof-rack on it and the back full of—ropes? How odd.
She made her way into the department, greeting all the staff with a smile and a friendly word. Amy Winship was on earlies, and flashed her a grin.
‘Morning, Sister.’
‘Good morning, Amy. Is Mr Lawrence in his office?’
‘No, he’s gone to get some breakfast. He arrived at four, apparently. There was a pile-up—they called him in.’
She nodded. Yes, he would certainly earn his keep in this job, she thought drily.
She went into her office and took the report from the night sister, then swung cheerfully into her routine.
She was busy taking off a back-slab and replastering a fracture when Jack appeared, sticking his head round the door and grinning.
‘Morning, Irish.’
She shot him a black look and squeezed the water out of a bandage viciously. ‘Good morning, sir!’ she said pointedly.
His grin widened. ‘Having fun?’
‘Absolutely. Want to help?’
He shook his head. ‘You’re managing just fine, I’d only get in your way. I’ll watch, though.’
And he did, propping himself up against the wall and chatting lightheartedly to the patient while she wound the plaster bandage round the broken wrist.
‘There,’ she said with a smile when she had finished. ‘We’ll let that set for a little while, then X-ray it again to check that it’s nicely lined up. OK?’
The patient, a woman in her forties, nodded. ‘Thank you both. It feels much better already than it did yesterday.’
Kathleen forced a smile, showed the lady to the waiting area outside the X-ray room and went back to clear up her mess.
‘Thank you both, indeed!’ she muttered.
‘I did talk to her to set her at her ease,’ he justified mildly.
Kath snorted. ‘She was already at her ease, sir, and while we’re on the subject of putting people at their ease, my name is Sister Hennessy!’
He grinned, totally unabashed. ‘I’ll try and remember that, Irish.’
She wondered if she would lose her job if she tossed a sodden plaster bandage right at his grinning mouth.
Probably, but by God, it would be worth it!
A brow twitched. ‘I wouldn’t,’ he warned softly.
