Children's Doctor, Society Bride. Joanna Neil
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Surely he was very young to have reached the pinnacle of his career so soon? She sent him a sceptical look. ‘You opted out,’ she said.
His mouth twisted. ‘I don’t see it that way.’
She might have answered him, but her bleeper went off just then and she excused herself to make a call from her mobile phone. ‘Hello, Jenny,’ she said. ‘Do you have some news for me?’
‘I do. Millie’s results are back from radiology, and the report says that there is a diaphragmatic hernia which has allowed part of the child’s intestine to push through to the chest cavity.’
‘Oh, dear. No wonder the poor child is suffering. She’ll have to go for surgery to have that put right. Put out a call for Mr Simons, will you, and see if he can add her to this afternoon’s theatre list. I’ll come back right away. I’d better explain things to the mother. In the meantime, we need to make sure Millie’s fit to be operated on.’
‘I’ll do that. Thanks, Louise.’
She cut the call and looked around, to see that James was still there across the table from her. He finished off his coffee and said quietly, ‘Problems?’
‘A toddler who needs urgent surgery,’ she told him. ‘I’ll have to go back down to paediatric A&E to make sure that everything’s in order.’
‘You won’t be coming back to the meeting?’
‘I doubt it,’ she said, slanting him a direct glance. ‘Some of us have to deal with the sufferings of patients up-front. Fortunately for them, there are still doctors who care enough for their well-being to keep on with the hands-on side of medicine. We leave it to others to move us about like chess pieces on a board.’
She didn’t stay to witness his reaction to that, but she could feel his gaze boring into her spine as she walked away from him.
CHAPTER THREE
‘IT WAS good to see Millie looking so much better, wasn’t it?’ Louise made a swift check of the list of patients waiting to be seen and then glanced across to where Jenny was collecting fresh dressings from a cupboard. ‘The surgeon discovered a twisting in her intestines as well as the diaphragmatic hernia, so the operation was a little more complicated than we might have expected. I thought it would take longer than a few days for her to recover.’
Jenny smiled. ‘I was so pleased when Mrs Watson brought her in. I didn’t know whether you would get the chance to see her. I know that you’ve been busy in the treatment rooms all day.’
‘Her mother waited until I was free,’ Louise explained, noting down which patients were to be allocated to each of the doctors on duty. ‘She said she wanted to thank us for looking after her little girl. It was so lovely to see the child looking well and happy.’
‘That’s one of the delights of the job, isn’t it…seeing the little ones back up on their feet again, ready to cause mayhem.’
Louise chuckled. ‘It is, definitely.’
A moment or two later, the phone at the central desk started to ring. It was the line that warned them of incoming patients and Jenny hurried away to answer it, just as James Ashleigh walked into the department. He was dressed immaculately, as ever, in a grey suit and a crisp pale shirt.
Louise paused briefly in writing up her allocations on the board and half turned towards him, sending him a swift glance before straightening up to face him properly. Why was it that he always managed to make such an impact on her? He had an undeniable presence, a way of grabbing her attention and stopping her in her tracks.
What was he doing here? She braced herself. He was management, and that probably meant trouble.
‘I wasn’t expecting to see you around here,’ she murmured. ‘Is there something you wanted?’
He hesitated momentarily, his gaze flicking over her, and from the slightly arrested look in his eyes, it gradually dawned on Louise that her stretch cotton top had shifted a fraction as she had reached up to the board. She quickly smoothed it back into place, ensuring that her midriff was adequately covered and that her pencil-slim skirt was tidy.
He had obviously gathered himself together during that small space of time, because he smiled faintly and there was a glint of humour in the depths of his grey glance. ‘Now there’s an interesting question,’ he said in a husky drawl, his gaze coming to settle on the gentle curve of her hip. ‘But, given that we haven’t started off our relationship in a particularly good way, I think I’d better forgo the answer that springs to mind.’
Her eyes widened and her knees went weak. Was he actually saying what she thought hewas saying? Was he making a pass at her? She felt a surge of heat flow through her entire body as the after-shock of awareness rocked her. The way he looked at her was purely male…discreetly disguised, but full of masculine appreciation, all the same, and she didn’t know how she felt about that. After all, he was the enemy. Why was she even contemplating howit might feel to get to know him better?
Covering her confusion, she said shortly, ‘I believe we have a patient coming in by ambulance, as well as a waiting room full of children needing to be seen. If you’re here to pass the time of day, I’m afraid we’re rather busy.’
He inclined his head a fraction. ‘I had anticipated that. Until we devise foolproof preventative measures where traffic and accidents are concerned, A&E is always going to be a hectic place.’
He glanced around the central area. ‘I must say, this is one of the more cheerful departments I’ve seen. It’s colourful and child-friendly, with all the jungle scenes painted on the walls. I noticed that you have toys in the waiting areas too, and tables set aside for activities.’
‘I’m glad that you approve,’ she said in a calm manner. ‘I was thinking of adding a couple of pictures to the treatment rooms that still look a bit bare… With all the worry about closure, I had put it on hold, but I think I’ll go ahead anyway. I don’t see why the children should miss out just because the adults are squabbling.’
‘I can understand why you would want to do that.’ He took another look around the central area, noting the rooms that led off all around. They were glass fronted to allow for easy viewing. There was an uncluttered appearance about the place, and Louise had done her best to make it pleasant for parents who had to wait for news of their sick children, as well as for the youngsters themselves.
‘We also have a play leader, to make sure that the little ones are occupied and diverted through what might be a difficult time.’ Her gaze narrowed on him. ‘You seem to be quite interested in the layout of the place. Is that why you’re here? To look around?’
‘I’d like to do that. Would it be all right with you?’
She frowned. ‘I suppose so.’ He obviously had time on his hands if he was able to hang about here, taking note of the surroundings and the general atmosphere. Or was there a hidden agenda to his presence in her department? He was one of the executives, after all, and it went with the territory that they were always on the lookout for any changes that could be made.
Just then, Jenny hurried over to them, saying urgently, ‘It looks as though we have an incoming emergency on our hands. He’s a three-year-old who’s having seizures—apparently he swallowed some of his mum’s antihistamine tablets.’
Louise was immediately on the alert. ‘Do we know what kind of tablets and how many?’
‘Yes. It was dimenhydrinate. The paramedics have taken full note of everything. They’re not sure quite how many he took, but they guess it was a substantial amount and it was some time before the mother realised what had happened.’
‘Okay—let’s get him into the resuscitation room as soon as he arrives. We’ll need to hook him up to an ECG monitor and start him on benzodiazepines to control the seizures.’
‘I’ll go and start making preparations,’ Jenny said, hurrying