Maggie Kingsley – A Consultant Claims His Bride (страница 2)

‘Is that Tommy Moffat’s blood test results?’

Jonah Washington was walking down the corridor towards them and, as Fiona hurried back to her office, Nell handed him the results and waited for the explosion to come.

It did.

‘If he’s not anaemic, or caught another infection, then what the hell’s wrong with him?’ Jonah exclaimed, dragging his fingers through his straight brown hair, making it look even more unruly than usual. ‘I know he was twelve weeks premature, but preemies normally gain weight quite quickly once we’ve stabilised them and yet his weight gain in the two weeks he’s been in NICU has been minuscule.’

‘At least he is putting on weight,’ Nell declared. ‘I know it’s not been much, but eating is one of the most energy-consuming processes for any newborn and preemie’s digestive tracts are often just not sufficiently developed to handle food even if it’s through an IV line.’

‘Bea wonders if he could have necrotising enterocolitis,’ Jonah said as though she hadn’t spoken. ‘I know there’s no sign of tension in his stomach or blood in his bowels—’

‘Jonah, if Tommy had any damage to his intestines, it would have shown up on the X-rays,’ Nell interrupted gently.

‘Yes, but what if the X-ray equipment is faulty?’

‘It’s highly unlikely.’

‘But what if it is?’

‘Jonah.’

He stared at her silently for a moment, then his lips quirked. ‘I’m overreacting, aren’t I?’

‘Just a bit,’ she said, and he laughed.

‘Good old Nell. What would I do without you to keep me grounded?’

Good old Nell. That was how everybody saw her. Good old Nell, always game for everything, when in reality she was sometimes so nervous at social events that she felt physically sick. Good old Nell, who made jokes about her height and her weight but only to prevent other people making them first. How in the world was she ever going to get Brian back? And she did want him back. Desperately.

‘Nell, is there something wrong?’ Jonah said, his brown eyes suddenly concerned, and she managed a shaky laugh.

‘You’re the second person to ask me that this morning, and I’m fine. Just suffering from a bad attack of ward manager’s paperwork blues.’

‘You’re sure that’s all it is?’ he pressed, and she felt a betraying flush of colour creep across her cheeks.

Hellfire and damnation. Jonah always seemed to sense when something was wrong with her, but she didn’t want to tell him about Brian. Not yet, at any rate. Not when she was so perilously close to tears.

‘Of course I’m sure,’ she insisted. ‘You’ve seen my office, Jonah. I’m drowning under forms and requisition sheets in there.’

For a moment she didn’t think he believed her, then, to her relief, he nodded.

‘Snap. I always used to wonder why Gabriel was first into the unit and last to leave. Now I know.’

‘But you’re enjoying being temporary master of all you survey,’ she said, and he grinned.

‘I think everyone has a little bit of the dictator in them.’

‘You, a dictator?’ She laughed. ‘Jonah, you’re as soft as butter.’

‘Says the girl who’s a complete pushover,’ he countered, and it was only with the greatest difficulty that she kept her smile in place.

‘Do you want me to set up Tommy’s tests again?’ she said, deliberately changing the subject.

‘I’d feel happier if we did,’ he admitted. ‘I know you think I’m panicking needlessly…’

‘But your gut instinct says something’s wrong,’ she finished for him. ‘OK, I’ll reschedule the tests, but I’ll bet you a fiver he’s simply a slow developer.’

‘You’re on,’ he said as he led the way into the special care section of the unit.

‘I see Donna’s mother is here again,’ Nell murmured, noticing Mrs Harrison sitting beside her daughter’s incubator.

‘Mrs Harrison is always here.’ Jonah sighed. ‘I’ve tried telling her there’s no cause for concern, that her daughter is only in Special because she developed jaundice after she was born. Could you have a word with her? I’ve done my best, but it’s like talking to a brick wall.’

It was.

‘But I have to stay with Donna,’ Sheila Harrison protested when Nell voiced Jonah’s concern. ‘If I leave her she might…she might…’

‘Sheila, jaundice isn’t a life-threatening condition,’ Nell declared. ‘It’s simply caused by bilirubin, a byproduct of the natural breakdown of blood cells, not being recycled back into the body by the liver as it should be. We’re giving Donna extra fluids and light therapy, and her body is now eliminating the excess bilirubin so we should be able to transfer her to Transitional quite soon.’

‘Yes, but—’

‘You have a boy of six and a girl of four, don’t you?’ Nell interrupted, and Sheila nodded.

‘My mother’s looking after them. She’s been great.’

‘I’m sure she has, but she’s not your children’s mum, is she? Sheila, tell me something,’ Nell continued when the woman said nothing. ‘How much time have you spent with your son and daughter since Donna was born?’

Sheila looked at her as though she was insane. ‘Sister, my baby’s lying here ill, and you’re asking me how how much time I’ve…I’ve…’

‘Been out enjoying yourself?’ Nell finished for her. ‘Sheila, you mustn’t neglect your other children because Donna has to stay in the unit for a little while. If you do, they’re going to resent her before you’ve even take her home.’

‘But—’

‘You need to spend time with them, and you need to take care of yourself,’ Nell continued. ‘Even if all you do is go for a walk, or read a book for an hour, it will relax you, make you less stressed, and the less stressed you are the better you’ll be able to cope.’

‘I guess so,’ Sheila said uncertainly, then tears filled her eyes. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Sister. I thought I’d just take Donna home after she was born, like I did with my other kids, but life—it has a horrible habit of slapping you in the face sometimes, doesn’t it?’

Tell me about it, Nell thought as she gave Mrs Harrison’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze before walking towards the unit door. That morning, when she’d got up she’d thought she had it all. A fiancé, her new promotion to ward manager of the neonatal intensive care unit of the Belfield Infirmary, and now…

Now nobody’s eyes would light up any more when they saw her. Nobody would make her feel loved, and special, the way Brian had.

‘Nell?’

Jonah looked apologetic and her heart sank.

‘Tell me the worst,’ she said.

‘Admin want a word about your patient through-put figures, the rep from the pharmaceutical company has just arrived, and Maternity are querying your transfer documentation for Adam Thornton.’

‘What’s there to query?’ she protested. ‘Adam was born in Maternity on Saturday. He developed breathing problems on Sunday and they transferred him down to us.’

‘Apparently you didn’t complete the form in triplicate. Sorry, Nell,’ Jonah added as she groaned. ‘It looks like it’s going to be one of those days.’

He didn’t know the half of it, she thought, but, then, neither did she. It turned out to be a nightmare Monday. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. One of the ward nurses dropped Tommy Moffat’s new blood samples just after they’d been taken, Bea screwed up the time the ophthalmologist was supposed to arrive to check Donna Harrison’s eyes, the pharmaceutical rep overstayed his welcome by a good hour, and as for Admin…

‘I tell you, Fiona,’ Nell said as she shut the drawer of her filing cabinet with a bang. ‘If Admin had phoned me one more time today I would have—’

‘Marched down to the second floor and rammed the phone down their throats?’ the departmental secretary suggested, and Nell shook her head grimly.

‘I was thinking of somewhere considerably more painful.’ She glanced at the clock on her office wall. ‘Lord, is it half past eight already? I’m off home for a bath, and a mindless evening spent curled up on the sofa in front of the TV.’

‘But you can’t,’ Fiona protested. ‘We’re all supposed to be going down to the function suite after we finish our shifts. For Wendy’s leaving bash, remember?’

Nell hadn’t remembered, and now she’d been reminded she didn’t want to go. Wendy might be a lovely girl, and terrific at hurrying up their test results when they sent them down to Urology, but she was leaving because she was pregnant. Which meant tonight’s event would be dominated by jokes about bumps and stomach-churning Oh-my-God-but-I-thought-I-was-being-torn-in-two stories, and she didn’t want to listen to either.

‘Fiona, I’m sorry, but—’

‘Jonah, tell Nell there’s no way she can duck out of Wendy’s farewell buffet,’ Fiona interrupted, as the specialist registrar appeared at Nell’s office door. ‘We’re all expected, aren’t we?’

‘Nobody is going to notice if I’m not there,’ Nell protested. ‘I’m so tired, and by the time I go home, get changed—’

‘You don’t need to change,’ Jonah declared. ‘Just take off your uniform and put on what you came into work in. That’s what I’m going to do.’

Yes, but I bet you didn’t come into work wearing your oldest denim shirt and tatty jogging trousers, Jonah.

‘We’re not going to take no for an answer, Nell,’ Jonah continued as she opened her mouth to say just that. ‘And I bet you anything, you’ll have a ball.’

He’d been wrong, Nell thought, an hour later as she stood rammed up against the wall of the function suite unable to move because of the crush of people around her. An hour spent having her bikini line waxed would have been infinitely preferable to listening to everybody enjoying themselves while she felt as though her heart was breaking.