The Spanish Doctor's Love-Child. Kate Hardy
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blood around the patient’s body.
He was intubated, on oxygen, and there was no sign of a bleed; they also knew from the history that the patient had given them that he wasn’t on any medication and hadn’t taken any drugs. So that narrowed down the likely causes of the problem.
David grimaced. ‘My money’s on thrombosis—a huge MI.’
Which meant the chances of a good result were slim. Becky knew that when a patient had gone into PEA, if they couldn’t find the underlying cause fast enough, they treated the patient as if they were in cardiac arrest. The odds weren’t on their side, but she drew up a milligram of epinephrine and handed it to David. ‘Want me to bag while you do the compressions?’
He nodded. ‘Sure I can’t persuade you to come with me? We could do with a really good nurse on the team. Especially one who’s a nurse practitioner.’
‘Thanks, but I’m happy here in Manchester,’ she said. Maybe a year or eighteen months ago, she would’ve jumped at the chance to get away from the mess of her failed marriage—and the even messier bit she’d never told anyone about, even her closest friends—but she’d stuck it out and her life was back on an even keel now.
‘Hmm.’ David looked at the ECG monitor. ‘As the underlying rhythm’s bradycardia, let’s try atropine as well.’
She drew up a milligram and checked it, then David administered the drug.
Just respond, she begged their patient silently. You’ve got a family on its way to you, needing you to wake up. Rod Hawes was a family man who’d been out with his wife and kids, having fun. Why the hell did this sort of thing have to happen? Why couldn’t it happen instead to someone who’d made his family’s life miserable and wouldn’t be missed?
She pushed the thought away. Not here. Not now. Despite the two rotten days she’d just spent in London, this wasn’t the time or place to think about that. She needed to stay detached, do her job.
Ten sequences of basic life support over three minutes, checking for a pulse after each one.
‘Still no pulse,’ she reported.
‘No change on the ECG,’ Mina said.
Another milligram of epinephrine. She counted the rhythm: fifteen chest compressions to two breaths.
Still nothing.
Come on, come on, she thought. Go into VF so we can go back to shocking you. Get your heart started again.
Irene, one of the staff nurses, came in. ‘His family’s here,’ she said.
David nodded, his face grim. ‘Now’s not a good time for them to see him. Can you take them to the relatives’ room and look after them? I’ll be with them as soon as I can. As soon as we get him to respond.’
‘Will do.’
But after they’d been working for twenty minutes, David stopped. ‘It’s not going to happen,’ he said softly. ‘His brain’s been without oxygen for twenty minutes. He’s gone. Everyone agreed that we call it?’
One by one, very quietly, the rest of the team agreed.
‘Right. Time of death…’ he looked at the clock ‘…four forty-seven. Thanks for your help, team. Sorry we didn’t make it.’ He raked a hand through his hair. ‘This sucks. Big time.’ He sighed. ‘Better go see his family.’
‘Do you want me to do it?’ Becky asked.
He patted her shoulder. ‘You’re a sweetheart for offering—but it’s my responsibility. I’ll do it.’
‘I’ll call his GP, then, and inform the coroner,’ she said. ‘And fill out the forms for you to sign.’
‘Let’s hope I’m a bit better than this when I get out to Africa,’ he said, shaking his head in apparent disgust with himself.
‘Hey. Don’t beat yourself up. You know as well as I do that PEA doesn’t have a good prognosis—and one in three patients with an MI don’t even make it to the emergency department in the first place. You did your best. We all did.’
Neither of them said it, but she knew they were both thinking it: their best just hadn’t been good enough.
And although Becky was based in the minor injuries section for the rest of her shift and concentrated on treating each patient, there was still that underlying misery she felt whenever they lost a patient. A dull, heavy feeling that wouldn’t shift, even by the time she got home.
‘Bad day?’ Tanya, her housemate, asked as she walked in.
‘Does it show?’
Tanya nodded. ‘From the look on your face, I’d say you lost a patient.’
‘Yes.’
Tanya gave her a sympathetic hug. ‘That’s exactly why I could never work in emergency medicine. At least in paediatrics most of our patients make it.’
‘We don’t lose that many,’ Becky protested.
‘You know what I mean.’ Tanya switched the kettle on. ‘You need tea. Actually, I’ve got a better idea than that. You know the newbie doctors on our ward?’
‘The first-year foundation doctors have been in for two months now. They’re not exactly newbies any more,’ Becky said.
Tanya grinned. ‘If you ask me, they’re still a bit wet behind the ears! But Joe’s pretty cute. And he’s having a party tonight. Why don’t you come with me?’
‘I wasn’t invited,’ Becky pointed out.
‘He said I could bring a friend.’ Tanya brushed her objection aside. ‘What you need is a good night out. Lots of loud music, maybe a bit too much red wine, and let your hair down.’
‘Down.’ Becky flicked the ends of her short hair. ‘And that would be how, exactly, Tan?’
Tanya laughed. ‘Oh, you. Seriously, come with me. It’ll be a laugh.’
After the week she’d had—including two days spent being the dutiful granddaughter and resenting every second of it—Becky could really do with a laugh. ‘OK. Thanks. I will.’
Lord, he needed a breather from this party, Leandro thought.
Given the choice between spending his first Saturday in Manchester completely on his own in a rented flat, wondering why the hell he’d left Barcelona, and coming to a party where he was likely to meet some of his new colleagues, Leandro had accepted the invitation with a smile. Enthusiasm, even.
But he’d forgotten what kind of parties junior doctors threw.
Ones with plenty of cheap wine, barely edible snacks that left you hungry, and terrible music played at the kind of volume where conversations had to be conducted at shouting pitch. Where there was barely any room to move, because so many people were packed into the place.
Thirty-five years old, and he’d hit middle age, he thought ruefully. Because he was beginning to wish he’d stayed in after all.
Leandro took a swig from the bottle of beer and wandered into the garden, thinking at least he’d find a quiet corner there. Although it was April, it was warm enough for him not to need a coat.
And then he saw her.
Sitting on a bench tucked away in a quiet corner of the garden, with her shoes off and her knees drawn up to her chin, looking as though she wanted to be a hundred miles away, too. A kindred spirit, perhaps?
He walked over to the bench. ‘Do you mind if I join you?’
She looked up at him and frowned. ‘Sorry. I didn’t catch what you said.’
Hardly surprising. She’d probably been deafened by the music blasting from inside