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Then, as his mother had been dying from pancreatic cancer that had appeared from nowhere and killed her within six weeks, while he, a doctor could do nothing to save her. Then she had cursed the Lockharts …
Well, Ian Lockhart anyway.
Anyway, wasn’t he beyond superstitions like curses?
He shook his head to clear the memories and useless speculation, checked the few patients they had in the hospital, then let out a huge sigh of relief when he heard the helicopter returning.
He almost let himself hope it was bringing in a difficult case, something to distract him from the endlessly circling thoughts in his head.
Hettie and Sam had left the hospital’s makeshift ambulance down near the helicopter pad so Keanu walked down to the airstrip, not really wishing for a patient but ready to help unpack anything they might have brought back. And it would be best to break the news about the FIFO nurse and Maddie not coming now, rather than leaving it until the morning.
Would he tell them about Caroline’s arrival?
He’d have to at least mention it.
Sam would be only too delighted to have an available nurse.
And he would be doomed to work with the woman he didn’t really know but had been instantly attracted to in a way he’d never felt before.
It was because of the old friendship. The attraction thing. It had to be, but with any luck, after the way he’d treated her, she’d want to have as little to do with him as possible.
He was almost at the helicopter now, and could see Sam and Jack Richards, the pilot, lifting out a stretcher.
Good! That means work to do, Keanu thought, then realised how unkind it was to be wishing someone ill. But it was only when he saw the patient that he felt a flush of shame at his thoughts. It was old Alkiri, from the island of Atangi, the elder who had been one of his and Caro’s favourite people and true mentor when they had been young.
He moved closer and greeted the elder in his native language, touching the old man’s shoulder in a gesture of respect.
Even through the oxygen mask, Keanu could see the blue tinge on their patient’s lips and he wondered just how old Alkiri might be.
‘He had a fall, perhaps a TIA as apparently he’d been falling quite a lot recently.’
TIA—transient ischemic attack—often a precursor to a full-blown stroke. Had Alkiri been putting these falls down to old age? He was a private man, unlikely to seek help unless he really needed it. Yet, as Caroline’s grandfather’s boatman, he had not only lived here at Wildfire but had taken two small children under his wing. It was he who had taken them and the village children to and from the school on Atangi, teaching them things about the islands, and life itself, that to Keanu were as important as the learning he’d had at school.
He should tell Caro Alkiri was—
He stopped the thought before it went any further. It had been automatic for he knew she’d loved the old man as much as he had—and probably still would …
But he was no longer the boy who’d run through the house, calling for his friend to pass on a bit of news.
And she was no longer the girl he’d always wanted to find so he could tell—
They strapped the stretcher into the converted jeep, especially modified for just that reason, then Jack and Hettie rode back to the hospital, Sam walking with Keanu to check on any news and pass on information from the clinics on the other islands.
The scent of a nearby frangipani hung in the air, but today such a reminder that he was home didn’t soothe Keanu as it had on other days, on other such walks with Sam, or Hettie or whoever had done the clinic run.
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