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ОглавлениеDOMINIC PICKED UP the patient card and went to check on the new patient before she went down to X-ray.
He was a trauma surgeon and so he found himself working in Accident and Emergency a lot and often pitched in.
‘Hey,’ he said as he went into the cubicle where the little girl had been placed. ‘Penelope, I’m Dominic.’
‘Penny,’ she confidently corrected him. ‘And you’re new here.’
‘I’ve been here for nearly six months now.’
‘Penny hasn’t been an inpatient for ages,’ Julia said. ‘We’ve had a good run.’
‘Well, that’s good to hear.’
The little girl’s medical notes were so extensive he could be there till midnight if he read them, but Dominic had caught up on the vitals and Julia was very well versed in her daughter’s health.
Penelope Craig had hypoplastic left heart syndrome, or HLHS, a rare congenital defect. She had had surgery as a baby and all her life she had been either an inpatient or outpatient at Paddington’s. She had presented a few times with infections and that was the concern now.
Examining Penny, Dominic saw that just from the minor exertion of sitting forward she became breathless and the slight blue tinge to her lips darkened.
And of course, as Victoria would have well known, it wasn’t just a chest X-ray that was required.
Dominic took some bloods as a baseline. Penny would require a nurse escort if she went out of the department for her X-ray. But it wasn’t to keep staff levels up that had Dominic call for a portable chest X-ray—he was concerned enough that she was really rather unwell.
And so he paged the on-call cardiologist and asked him to come down and see Penny here rather than waiting until she was on the ward.
It was a locum that he spoke to.
Again.
With the prospect of Paddington’s closing down, a lot of the regular staff had gone elsewhere and it was proving difficult to attract new staff when no one really knew if the hospital would even be here next year.
Having spoken to the locum, Dominic went back into cubicle four to inform patient and parent of the new plan.
‘Look what Penny just found,’ Julia said as Penny lay there holding up an earring.
Dominic didn’t need to be told whose it was; he had already noticed that Victoria had been wearing earrings this evening when usually she did not.
He noticed rather too many details about Victoria.
And even her earrings had intrigued him. They were large diamonds, and during their discussions he had been trying very hard not to picture Victoria dressed up to go out.
‘It’s Victoria’s earring,’ Penny said to Karen as she came in.
‘There it is.’ She smiled. ‘I’ve just had a call from Victoria to ask me to look out for it. You’ve saved me a job. Good girl, Penny. I’ll put it in the safe. Oh, and, Dominic, there’s a phone call for you.’
‘Take a message, please.’
‘It’s your father,’ Karen said. ‘And he says that it’s important.’
‘Thank you.’
Deliberately Dominic left his mobile phone in his locker at the start of each shift. He did not want his private life intruding on work.
Yet it was about to.
This call was, in fact, three days overdue.
Yes, there was a reason he hadn’t been sunny on that day.
The receiver had been left lying on the bench and Dominic hesitated. He let out the tense breath that he was holding on to. He had had months to prepare for this moment and had examined it from many angles, but even as he picked up the receiver, still he hadn’t worked out what he would say.
‘Hello.’ His voice was as abrupt as it had been with Victoria.
‘Dominic...’ William MacBride cleared his throat before speaking on. ‘I’m just calling to let you know that as of an hour ago you’re an uncle.’
And still, even with the baby three days overdue, Dominic did not know what to say.
‘Dominic?’ William prompted.
‘Are they well?’
‘They’re both doing fine.’
Dominic knew that he should ask what Lorna and Jamie had had and whether or not he had a niece or nephew.
He looked out to the busy Emergency Department, and given it was a children’s hospital, of course there were children everywhere. There was Penny, being wheeled over to rhesus for her portable X-ray and in the background there was the sound of babies crying.
Dominic fought daily to save these precious little lives and so, naturally, he should be relieved to hear that mother and baby were well and doing fine.
And somewhere he was.
Yet it was buried deep in a mire of anger and grief, because for a while there he had thought that the baby born today was going to be his.
Dominic tried his best not to recall that first moment of truth—when he had realised the baby that his long-term girlfriend was carrying could not possibly be his.
But then his father spoke of the brother who had caused the second painful moment of truth.
‘Jamie’s thrilled.’
Dominic held in a derisive snort.
What had taken place wasn’t his father’s fault. Dominic knew that his parents simply did not know how to handle this.
Who would?
‘Will you speak to your brother?’
‘I’ve nothing to say to him.’
A year ago it would have been unfathomable that on the day Jamie became a father Dominic would have nothing to say.
They had always been close.
Dominic had been five when a much wanted second child had been born. Jamie was spoiled and cheeky and always getting himself into trouble, but the rather more serious Dominic had always looked out for him.
Or he had tried to.
Jamie had been run over when he was ten and Dominic was fifteen.
It hadn’t been the driver’s fault. Jamie simply hadn’t looked and had stepped out onto the street and on that occasion Dominic had been too late to haul him back.
It had felt like for ever until the ambulance arrived, and then Dominic had watched the paramedics fight to save his brother’s life. Later, at the hospital, as his parents cried and paced, Dominic had gone to try and find out some more. The doors to Resuscitation had opened to let some equipment in and he had seen the medical team in action, doing all that they could to save Jamie.
He had been steered away and sent back to the waiting area but on that terrible day Dominic had decided on his future career.
Jamie had survived and Dominic had really pushed himself to make the grades and get in to study medicine.
Family had been everything to Dominic—right up until the day he had found out that his girlfriend had been cheating on him with his brother, and that the baby Dominic had thought was his had been fathered by Jamie.
Jamie and Lorna had married a couple of months ago.
Dominic had declined his invitation.
Did they really think he was going to stand there dressed in a kilt, smiling for photographers and pretending to family and friends that things were just fine?
No way could he do that.
Not yet anyway.
‘We have to move on from this, Dominic,’ William said.
‘That’s why I’m in London,’ Dominic responded. ‘Because I have moved on.’ He went to hang up, yet there was more he had to know. ‘What did they have?’
‘A wee boy. They’ve called him—’
‘You don’t need to tell me,’ Dominic interrupted.
‘You don’t want to know?’
‘I already do.’
Dominic was named after his paternal grandfather, as was the Scottish tradition for a firstborn son.
The new baby, if a boy, had always been destined to be called William—whatever brother Lorna happened to be sleeping with that month.
Hell, yes, he was bitter.
‘Dominic...’ William pushed. He wanted resolution for his family but it would not be happening today.
‘I have to get on,’ Dominic said.
He didn’t.
Dominic’s working day was over, but he headed up to the wards, then to ICU to check on a patient.
All was in order.
Only he was in no mood to go home.
That would mean collecting his phone and seeing all the missed messages, as well as spending the night avoiding going online. Oh, he’d blocked Jamie and Lorna ages ago, and his parents weren’t on there. But there were cousins and mutual friends, and all would be celebrating.
A baby had been born after all.
* * *
‘You’re very quiet,’ Glen commented as he drove them back to the station. ‘Did MacBride upset you?’
‘Please!’ Victoria made a scoffing face and Glen grinned.
He knew firsthand just how tough Victoria was.
And she was.
Men.
She worked alongside them.
And, in her line of work, she saw a lot of them at their worst as the pubs and clubs emptied out at night.
Victoria had seen an awful lot.
She relied on no one and hid her feelings well.
But that tough persona had been formed long before she had chosen her profession.
There had been no choice but to be independent growing up, for there had been no one who had cared to hear her fears and thoughts.
She was outwardly calm and did not get upset about things others might. Even when she realised she had lost an expensive earring, she just checked the ambulance thoroughly and then called Paddington’s and asked Karen if she could look out for it.
‘You’re taking it very well,’ Glen commented. ‘Hayley would be hysterical.’
‘Well, I’m not Hayley.’ Victoria shrugged.
Sometimes, she could make life easier playing sweeter, careful of a man’s ego.
And sometimes she did.
Like now, as she went into the female changing room to get ready for her date.
She showered and then let down her hair and brushed it so that it shone. Wrapped in a towel she put on some mascara and lip gloss and then pulled on a gorgeous black dress and high shoes.
Sometimes it was nice to dress up, given that she wore overalls for most of her day. But even as she dressed, Victoria knew tonight wasn’t going to work out.
He didn’t want to hear about her work.
Which wasn’t really a good sign, when Victoria worked an awful lot.
As for attraction?
Well, she had rather hoped that might develop.
And that wasn’t a good sign, surely.
The condom in her purse would remain unused.
God, it had been ages, Victoria thought, and there was almost an ache for contact and to be close to another, even if just for a little while.
No, her date tonight could in no way deliver the zaps that Dominic’s eyes had.
And so she cancelled it.
Right there and then, Victoria pulled her phone out of her purse and told him that she’d changed her mind about going out tonight.
‘Another time...?’ he went to suggest, but Victoria didn’t play games.
‘No.’
All dressed up and nowhere to go.
Or nowhere she wanted to be.
She had broken up with someone a few months ago when he had started to make noises about them living together.
No way!
There was no way on earth that Victoria would consider sharing her space with another.
And so she had ended it.
With the same lack of drama as she ended things tonight.
Victoria pulled on her coat and headed out.
‘Goodnight,’ she called out to her colleagues, but as she walked off Glen called her back.
‘Paddington’s just called. Your earring is in the A&E safe.’
‘Oh.’
‘Do you want me to drop you off?’ he offered, but Victoria said no. The ambulance station was just a ten-minute walk from Paddington’s and, though cold, it was a clear night and she wouldn’t mind the walk.
Her heels clipped on the pavement as the familiar building came into view.
Outside were a couple of protestors holding placards with various messages to save the hospital from closure.
They might just as well go home, Victoria thought sadly. From the way her father had spoken there would be a formal announcement soon.
She thought of little Penny’s comment about feeling safe there, and that was exactly how Victoria felt as she stepped into the hospital.
There was a feeling that wrapped around her like a blanket, one of being taken care of. There was a sense of security when you were within these walls, Victoria thought as she walked into A&E and saw Karen.
‘You’re one lucky woman,’ Karen said as she made her way over to her. ‘Penny found your earring in the blanket. It’s locked in the safe in Reception.’
‘Thank you so much.’ Victoria smiled.
Dominic wasn’t here.
She could just tell.
And, Victoria conceded, she was disappointed. She knew that she looked good, and deep down she had hoped that maybe, just maybe, Dominic might revise his suggestion and take her for a drink.
But then what?
She didn’t want a relationship. That was the simple truth, and the real reason why she always called things off.
Victoria didn’t trust anyone and certainly she didn’t want to get involved with a colleague who she would have to run into day after day.
They walked into Reception and Karen took out the keys and went into the safe, then handed Victoria the slim envelope that contained the earring. As Victoria put it on, Karen started chatting with the receptionist.
‘See you!’ Victoria called, and went to walk off but then she halted.
She checked that Karen and the receptionist were still talking and realised she could go behind the screen unnoticed.
It was something she had always done as a child and something she still occasionally did, though she always made sure that no one saw her.
Up the steps she went.
Remembering being little, and the hours that she had had to kill.
Growing up, Paddington’s had been more of a home than the house where Victoria had lived and she could not stand the thought of it being sold.
She looked out to the night. The moon was huge and she could see the dark shadows of Regent’s Park in the distance. There were taxis and buses below and she could see the protestors who, despite a shower of rain, still stood waving their placards.
They didn’t want to lose their hospital.
That’s what it was.
Theirs.
It was a place that belonged to the people, and now it was about to be sold off and possibly razed to the ground.
Victoria was tough.
She didn’t get involved with the patients; she had made the decision when she started her training to be kind but professional.
But this place, this space, moved her.
The walls held so much history and the air itself tasted of hope. It seemed wrong, simply wrong, that it might go.
There was so much comfort here.
She thought of Penny and how un-scared she was to come to Paddington’s.
Victoria had felt the same.
‘I shan’t be long,’ her father would say.
Her mother had left when Victoria was almost one year old and her father had had little choice sometimes but to bring her into work. He would plonk her in a sitting room and one of the staff would always take time to get her a drink or sandwich.
Of course, then their break would end and she would be left alone.
Often Victoria would wander.
Sometimes she would sit in an old quadrangle and read. Other times she would play in the stairwells.
But here was the place she loved most and she had whiled away many hours in this lovely unused room.
Here Victoria would dance or sing or simply imagine.
And maybe she was doing that now, because the door creaked open and she heard his deep voice.
‘Excuse me.’
