Making Christmas Special Again / Their One-Night Christmas Gift. Karin Baine
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bite her tongue or anything, but she spat it out. Too mucky, I guess.’
‘It’s all right, pal.’ Max dropped to his knees and did a quick check of Fenella’s vitals. ‘You’ve done the right thing in finding me. From the look of things, Nora here knows what she’s doing.’
‘Absolutely.’ Euan looked awestruck. ‘I know we saw her in the practice hall, but this was the real thing. It was like she knew it was going to happen.’ He looked up as Esme jogged into the clearing. ‘Did you know Nora makes herself into a cushion?’
Esme gave Nora a quick pet and a treat as Fenella slowly came to. ‘Absolutely. That’s what she’s trained to do.’
Max helped Fenella sit up. ‘You all right there, hun?’
The post-ictal phase was always a bit tricky. The person who’d had the seizure could feel perfectly fine or often exhibit signs similar to those of a stroke. Headaches, slurred speech, nausea and fatigue. In rare cases, some epileptics could suffer from post-ictal psychosis and suffer from paranoia or extreme fear. Usually the anomaly occurred in people who weren’t taking their medication.
‘Yes, I…’ Fenella looked a bit confused and then, when her eyes lit on Nora, it was as if everything pinged into place. ‘I felt a bit woozy and the next thing I knew, this one was being my pillow.’ She ran her hand through the dog’s fur and automatically reached to her pocket to get her a treat. ‘Good girl. You’re a clever girlie, aren’t you?’
‘She was!’ Euan jumped in. ‘Out of, like, absolutely nowhere you fainted. But you weren’t fainting. You were having a seizure, I guess, and it was like Nora knew exactly what to do. She broke your fall. Then she stuck herself under your head while you were fitting. No offence, but it was really cool.’
Max glanced across at Esme. She looked concerned for Fenella but pleased her new service dog had fallen straight into her new role. She was actively avoiding eye contact with him. Served him right. He’d been an ass. Sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. He should tell her about Gavin. It would break just about every rule in his play-your-cards-close-to-your-chest handbook, but he felt he owed it to her to even the emotional playing field. He got it. Sometimes things were personal. Luckily for his emotional armour, taking caring of Fenella took precedence.
‘Did you take your AEDs?’ Max asked. Anti-epileptic drugs helped but weren’t a failsafe, especially if they weren’t taken regularly or weren’t the right dosage. Having seen her in his A and E several times for sprains and cuts sustained while she’d been fitting, he knew she had struggled for years to find the right balance of medication.
‘Yes.’ She looked away, rubbing her elbow.
It didn’t sound like a one hundred percent yes, but he wasn’t going to embarrass her in front of everyone if there was a story behind her not taking it. Or, as was often the case, she might need to change meds. They weren’t a one-pill-fits-all type of medicine.
‘Did you hurt yourself?’
‘No more than usual.’ She held up a lightly scraped hand then qualified her answer. ‘I probably would’ve cracked my head on a stone or something if it hadn’t been for Nora.’ She wrapped her arm round the dog and nuzzled her face into the fluffy goldendoodle’s coat. After a few moments, Max quietly asked, ‘What do you think set this one off?’
Fenella shot him a sheepish look. ‘Lack of sleep most likely. I’ve been so excited the past few days, I’ve hardly slept a wink.’
He nodded. ‘Perhaps it’d be best if we all head back to…um…’
‘The castle?’ filled in Esme, with the ease of someone who’d grown up in one.
Had it been more burden than blessing?
Esme glanced at her watch. ‘Max mentioned you have an appointment with Flora, our physio. Shall we head back, get you a cup of tea and some quiet time before then?’
Fenella nodded, grunting a little as she sat up properly. Max reached out to steady her. Poor woman. Had to be tough being taken by surprise by seizures just when you thought you were having the time of your life.
‘Are you two still all right having your dogs with you in your rooms? We can take them back to the kennels for the afternoon if you need a break.’
They both asked if they could have their dogs stay with them. Esme grinned a naughty little sister grin.
Which did beg the question, ‘Is that not de rigueur?’ Max asked, sotto voce. ‘Having the dogs in the clinic?’
‘Oh, it is,’ she answered breezily. ‘It just annoys my brother. Speaking of him, if he has time later on, Fenella, it might be a good idea for you to meet Charles and talk through your medications.’
‘It’s just the one right now. I’m sure it’s fine.’ Fenella looked uncomfortable about the suggestion, which instantly put Max’s protective streak into high gear.
‘Does he know much about epilepsy?’ Max asked. A bit too defensively from the look of Esme’s own bristly demeanour.
‘He’s a neurologist, so he’s pretty good at understanding why brains work the way they do. I’m not criticising any of the medical treatment you’ve received at the Clydebank, Fenella. They obviously have specialists there who are helping you and Max, here, of course. I’m just covering our bases as you are our guest. We want to make sure you receive all the treatment you need. If there’s anything we can do—’
‘Don’t worry.’ Max helped Fenella get back to her feet. ‘Easy does it, lassie. Why don’t we take this step by step and get this woman some rest first?’
He tried to block out the sharp looks Esme kept sending him, but the odd one or two pierced straight through to his conscience. Now he definitely owed her an apology. What had got into him? Accusing her of flinging gold coins at people for her own amusement. Dismissing her sensible offer of a fresh set of eyes on Fenella’s case.
If she knew even half of the reasons why he swung from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other she’d…hell, he didn’t know. Send him packing most likely. It seemed to be the remit.
His stepfather had lured him in with all the bells and whistles that had appealed to a twelve-year-old kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Tickets to premier league football matches, nights out at the scary films his mother couldn’t bear, slap-up meals at the finest burger joints in town. It had been kid heaven. Until it hadn’t been. And had set him up for a lifetime of keeping people at arm’s length until they proved they were the real deal.
Ironically, it had been Gavin’s constant demands that he ‘earn his keep’ that had pushed him so hard in the military. Had made him the top-rate soldier and surgeon he knew he’d been. Gavin hadn’t thought he had what it took? He’d vowed to show him.
He would have as well if he hadn’t had a conscience. Or carried around those little-kid hopes and dreams that one day he’d be good enough. Worth loving. He supposed it had been that same little boy’s belief in love that had made him blind to his fiancée’s affair. Being so oblivious had made him feel every bit as weak as he’d felt when Gavin had shipped him off to military academy, instead of taking him to their new home, as he’d promised.
A few more proofs that truth and justice rarely reigned—dodgy commanding officers, innocents rigged up with IEDs, the cruelty of poverty had closed the book on the matter. Being wary of whatever met his eye was his modus operandi. Being suspicious of whatever touched his heart was critical. It hadn’t exactly made him A-list boyfriend material. A handful of one-night stands he wished he hadn’t had had been the clincher. So life as the Monk had begun. Which, of course, immediately made him think of all the people who were relying on him back at the Clyde to save Plants to Paws.
His conscience gave him a sharp kick in the posterior. His emotional baggage shouldn’t be a factor. Normally it wasn’t. Not with the chaos he encountered in A and E every day. And yet…here it was,