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ОглавлениеSIENNA BLINKED HER eyes open, gasped at the pain filling her body from every direction. ‘What happened? Where am I?’ There were dark clouds in her head, along with pulsing, banging symbols of pain. Dragging her eyelids up, she stared at the scene in front of her. Trees, bushes...
Darkness took over again.
‘Hello?’
She was having a nightmare. Any second now she’d wake up and find herself on her bike heading down the hill towards the beach. Bike. Hill. Rolling over and over.
‘Can you hear me?’
A groan escaped her constricted throat. She’d gone off the edge of the embankment, a sheer drop down to these bushes. The pain was really making itself known, as if her body had a grudge with her. In her legs and back, her arms, the left shoulder—sucking in a breath, she tried not to think about what that might mean. She needed to toughen up, check herself out instead of panicking. Work out what the damage was and make a plan for getting out of here.
Moving could be detrimental. Spinal damage is a real possibility.
‘Are you all right down there?’
That persistent voice was annoying. ‘Go away. I’m trying to think here.’
‘I don’t know if you can hear me but I’ve phoned for help.’
So the voice wasn’t in her head. There really was someone up on the road. She wasn’t alone. As she opened her mouth to holler a reply her lungs filled with air and her upper body moved. Pain splintered her and the blackness rolled in again.
Thwup, thwup, thwup.
The bushes flattened and the trees swayed. A helicopter filled the little view Sienna had of the sky when she next pulled her eyes open. A bright red-and-yellow rescue chopper. Gratitude swamped her. Whoever that man was who’d called for help, she owed him big time.
A figure attached to a thick rope was lowering in her direction. Help had arrived. In a pair of red overalls. She’d be out of here in no time. Then she’d be able to get patched up and back on her feet.
If my injuries aren’t serious.
A shudder tripped through her, her tightening muscles sending warning signals of pain to her brain. It was tempting to move, to try to sit up, to prove she was all right. The doctor in her kicked in. Stay still. Let the rescue crew do their job. But waiting had become difficult. What if she’d broken her spine? She was a paediatrician. She didn’t have time for learning to walk again, or never walking...
‘Hello, this is becoming a habit.’ A familiar, husky voice broke through her fear. ‘Harrison Frost, your neighbour.’
Harrison. ‘Not Harry, then.’ Harrison was way sexier than Harry. Ah? Hello? Head injury talking? Sex while smashed up on the side of a hill? Why not? That’d certainly be creating a new norm for her. Don’t forget, she told herself, that if she hadn’t been thinking about him she wouldn’t be lying here afraid to move.
‘Good, you’re cognitive. And yes, I go by Harry most of the time.’ The guy was snapping open the hooks that held him to the rope and giving the thumbs-up to someone above in the chopper, at the same time speaking into a radio. ‘Take it away.’
What were the odds he’d be the one coming to her rescue? But then, nothing seemed to be going right for her lately, so those were as short as the two-year-old with pneumonia she’d treated this week. She could only hope Harry was more forthcoming in his attitude as a doctor than as a neighbour. ‘You didn’t bring the music.’ Anything to keep from the pain getting stronger with every breath.
‘I would’ve if I’d known it was you who’d taken to flying off the side of roads.’ Harrison shucked out of his backpack. ‘Right, let’s check you out. You haven’t moved since coming to a stop against the tree?’ He began disentangling the cycle from her legs.
‘Of course not.’ Unless she’d moved while out cold. ‘I need a neck brace first. My left shoulder is possibly broken. My right ankle is giving me grief, but as for internal injuries I’m certain I’m in the clear.’ The pain throbbed up and down both legs. Bruising from the bike when she’d landed?
‘Leave those decisions to me. Obviously nothing wrong with your head. You’re stringing sentences together and enunciating clearly.’
‘I am a doctor.’ And it was his fault she’d ended up in this mess, tramping through her mind the way he had.
A small smile lifted one corner of his mouth. ‘Right now I’m the doctor, you’re the patient, and I get to make the diagnoses, starting with doing the ABCs.’
Her airway was fine, the proof in her relatively easy breathing when pain wasn’t interfering. ‘Might have known you’d be bossy.’
His smile hit her hard. ‘It goes with the territory and stroppy patients.’
Putting as much indignation into her voice as she could muster, she growled, ‘I’m stroppy?’
‘Yep.’ Harrison’s eyes were focused on her chest, purely to check she was breathing normally.
A twinge of regret came and went. She didn’t want him thinking of her as anything other than a patient. Not really. But it was nice to be noticed by a good-looking guy occasionally. ‘Have you always worked on the helicopters?’
‘No, I’m an emergency specialist so I’ve spent most of my time in emergency departments. Working on rescue choppers is different. It takes some getting used to not having a whole department filled with every bit of equipment I require.’ He might be talking trivia but there was nothing trivial about the way he was checking her over.
She could get to like this man. If she didn’t already.
‘I can imagine.’ He was right. She had to let go and trust him to look after her, but it was hard. She never gave control to anybody over even the most insignificant thing. And this wasn’t insignificant. Thump, thump, went her head. Her mouth opened but she couldn’t give him the go-ahead. She just couldn’t.
As he carefully removed her helmet, Harry asked, ‘Have you lost consciousness at any time?’ Seemed he had no difficulty taking charge, regardless of what she thought.
As he’s meant to.
‘Twice. I think. Maybe three times.’ And about to again if the clouds gathering in her skull were any indication. She’d been trying too hard to say what was needed without slurring or forgetting what she had to tell him and it was taking its toll.
‘Pulse is rapid. I’d say you’re in shock.’ Firm yet gentle fingers touched her neck, her skull, her jawline. If only they could stop the pain.
She guessed she couldn’t have everything.
Please let me be able to walk away from this.
Fog expanded in her head, pressing at her skull.
‘Sienna, can you hear me?’ Was that Harry? Harrison. ‘Yes.’ But there were drums in the background. The humming in her ears also added to the noise.
Firm fingers slid over her skull, pressing lightly, feeling for trauma. ‘From the state of that helmet you hit something with your head. At least the helmet did what it was meant to. There doesn’t appear to be any damage to your skull, though you probably have mild concussion.’ Then he was listening to his radio, and confirmed what she heard loud and clear. ‘The weather’s closing in. The guys above say we have to hurry or we’ll be stuck here until the storm passes.’
‘What storm?’ Come to think of it, she was feeling chilly. But that would be shock. Wouldn’t it?
Come in, Dr Burch. You know your stuff.
‘Am I cold or is the reaction to my crash setting in?’
‘Both,’ answered Harry, slipping a neck brace into position. ‘This’ll keep your head still.’
A male voice came through the radio in his shirt pocket. ‘Sorry, have to back off now, Harry. Hang in there. I’ll return as soon as viable.’
The tree she’d come to a halt against rustled and leaves dropped onto her. ‘Don’t let them go.’ She had to get to hospital and sort out her injuries.
‘Not a lot of choice,’ Harry told her before easing her cycling shoes off. ‘Can you feel me touching your toes?’
‘Yes.’ Relief swarmed through her.
‘Wriggle them.’ There was a reciprocating relief in his dark eyes. ‘Good.’
Neck immobilised, tick. Feeling in feet, double tick. ‘My shoulder?’
But Dr Harry was working his way up her legs, as in how a doctor would, not a lover. As she’d said earlier, this just wasn’t her day. ‘Your ankle’s okay. Lots of bruising would be about as bad as it gets.’
Those fingers... Sienna sighed. Gentle, and warm, and enticing. As if she could succumb to their hidden promise.
Where did that come from?
Had to be the bang on her head. Her brain had been derailed. Whatever, it was good to let these wonderful sensations take over. They relaxed her, made her forget a little of why she was here, and had her thinking one bottle of wine wouldn’t be enough to take across to his apartment.
Dr Deep Voice continued. ‘Unfortunately I didn’t bring my X-ray machine to check your shoulder.’
Typical relax-the-patient talk. ‘Funny...not.’
‘For someone who’s knocked herself out, bashed up her body and got into difficult terrain, you have a lot to say. But I can tell you the shoulder’s not dislocated, and from the normal angle I’d hazard a guess it’s not broken either.’
‘I’ll give that box a half-tick, then.’
Large, oh, so gentle hands prodded her stomach, moved up towards her ribcage. Deep concentration tightened his face.
‘Ow!’ She gasped as sharp pain struck. ‘What—?’
‘Take it easy.’ He pressed her back against the ground with that firm hand she was beginning to recognise for its warmth and strength.
Sienna hadn’t realised she’d moved. ‘Tell me.’
But he’d turned away to talk into the radio that had crackled into life against his expansive chest. ‘Yo... What’s happening up there?’
‘Weather bomb coming in fast. You’re going to have to hang in on your own for a period yet. We’ll be back ASAP.’
She mightn’t know the voice but she sure knew that warning. ASAP meant ‘in a while, even a long while’. ‘Isn’t there another way out of here?’ There was a road just above them.
Harry was shaking his head. ‘Afraid not. You picked about the worst spot on this road to fall off. The slope is all but vertical. Hauling you up it is not an option. We’re going to have to wait it out. The thermal blanket will protect you from the wind and keep you warm.’
The wind had picked up, and now rain slashed at them, driving in sideways. Sienna shivered. Every part of her body hurt, some worse than others. She wanted to cry from it all but instead drew a deep breath and held on—just. Things kept going from bad to worse, and she only had herself to blame. ‘But if there aren’t any broken bones or internal injuries I can give getting to the top a crack. Better than lying here.’
‘You banged your head, remember?’ He was removing nasal prongs from a container. ‘Do you remember what happened?’
‘I—’ lost focus and rode into the middle of the road then executed an abrupt dodging movement when a car came up behind her ‘—made a mistake.’
Thinking about my job. About you.
Really? She’d been thinking about Harry while riding? Yes. She had. Which went to show how easily she could be distracted. ‘Are you giving me oxygen?’ Of course he was.
‘Your breathing’s a little rapid. Best we get that settled.’
‘Got an electric blanket in that pack?’ Shivers were taking over.
‘Sure have.’ He locked that dark gaze on her. ‘Relax. We’ll get you out of here, and in the meantime I’ve got you. Don’t worry about a thing.’
Had she been that transparent? Worry about her injuries despite his optimistic assessment was building like a volcano about to erupt. This could’ve been a disaster, might’ve been the end of everything, and she was afraid of tempting fate by accepting she hadn’t been seriously injured before the hospital gave her the all-clear. With effort she hunted for something to talk about that might keep those concerns a little quieter. ‘You’re Australian.’
‘Well spotted.’
‘Where from?’ Hard to concentrate when her mind was trying to shut down, but the longer she stayed awake the more she might learn about this man. Because despite—or was it because of?—being stuck on the side of a hill going nowhere in a hurry, she wanted to learn more about him, to make up for the weeks they’d been neighbours and strangers.
‘Melbourne.’ He wasn’t making it easy.
‘City or beyond?’
‘City. The swanky part of town. Boys’ college, box seats at the MCG, and all the rest of it.’ A lime would be sweeter than that tone.
‘Why Auckland now?’
Answer fast before I fall asleep.
‘It’s where the next job came up.’
That woke her a little. ‘You move around a lot?’
Like my dad does?
‘Depends on what turns up.’
If she could move she’d shake him, but then she’d already known how irritating he could be. Worse, he was sounding more like her father with everything he said. ‘You ever just talk for the sake of it?’
To keep your patient distracted from her situation?
‘I have been known to.’
She gave up. That darkness was pressing in, relieving her of any control. Don’t think about that. Sienna groaned and slurred out a question that was totally irrelevant to anything. ‘What time is it?’
* * *
‘Five thirty.’
Harry continued tucking the thermal blanket around Sienna, all the while keeping an eye on her. It wasn’t hard. Even injured and stranded out in the middle of a storm she was beautiful, and stirred his blood relentlessly. Once they got out of this mess he was going to have to do something about Dr Frosty, who wasn’t as frosty as he’d first presumed.
She used it to cover real emotions. Emotions he’d noticed flitting across those stunning blue eyes during the time they’d been together on the hill. He’d seen how her decline into sleep had briefly halted when he’d answered her question about moving around a lot in the affirmative. Had someone important kept moving away from her when she needed them? A partner; husband; lover? He could keep guessing or get on with being the emergency doctor he revelled in being. ‘Have you got an underlying condition I should know about?’ he asked without any hope of getting an answer. The shock had caught up and she was that far gone now.
But, ‘N-no-o.’ Sleep slurred her speech.
He could relax on that one. ‘Good. You’re safe at the moment. Our pilot’s one of the best and he’ll return the first instant he can. We’ll get you out of here in one piece, Sienna.’ But only when it was safe to do so. Another helicopter crash was not on the cards.
‘Safe?’
He nodded. As if she saw that. ‘Very safe.’
Her eyes opened, surprise momentarily replacing the other emotions swimming there. ‘Am I really—?’ She swallowed, tried again in that slurred whisper. ‘In one piece? You weren’t feeding me the happy-clappy line to keep me calm until we’re away from here?’
‘I wouldn’t insult you. Nor would I feed you expectations that could be stomped on once you’re in hospital. You have mostly bruises,’ he repeated his earlier diagnosis to shore up her failing confidence. ‘Lots of them. I still don’t think there’s anything to worry about regarding your shoulder except severe bruising. Possibly some rib damage, but I’d say you’ve come off lightly.’ When her eyes widened with hope, he rushed in. ‘Not lightly enough that I’m about to haul you up the bank with a rope around your waist. We’re still at the bottom of a precipice with a summer storm rampaging around our ears.’ Was that hail? It wouldn’t surprise him, given the ferocity of the wind and rain pounding them. Thunder backed him up; no lightning flashes but then the clouds delivering the icy pellets were hiding that. Auckland was known for its short, sharp seasonal storms. In this case, not what the doctor ordered, but then when did anything ever go completely right on a job? It was the nature of the urgent scenarios to throw spanners in the works. Big ones mostly. And often through weather.
Digging into the pack, his fingers closed around a concertinaed umbrella which he pulled out and opened to hold above his patient, shielding her from the worst, angling it so a gust of wind didn’t turn it inside out. It would be best if Sienna slipped into unconsciousness again so she didn’t feel discomfort and had no idea of the time ticking by as they waited for the chopper to return. He could only hope it was today. The weather reports had forecast more storms over the next twelve hours at least.
Beside him Sienna moved. Trying to roll over? Harry placed his free hand on her good shoulder. ‘Easy. Don’t move.’ Their ledge wasn’t as wide as he’d like. Sienna had been extremely lucky that that tree had halted her tumble.
‘Mmm...umm...’
So she was out of it, unaware of where she was, and more importantly getting a break from the pain. Good. He tied the umbrella to the base of the tree so it sheltered her face before taking running checks again. Concussion seemed to be her most worrisome injury, and he could handle that. Relief that she hadn’t fractured any major bones or suffered serious internal injuries spread through him, though from her reaction when he’d touched her ribcage it was possible she’d cracked one or two ribs, or torn cartilage from the bones. But she’d be able to lift a glass of wine when he took that bottle next door. Because he was going to. Without a doubt. It might be tempting a snub, but he’d risk it. Thanks to this accident they were inextricably linked, and he’d use that to his advantage. He wanted time with her that much. And after today she couldn’t deny he existed.
On his haunches, hunched under the edge of the umbrella, Harrison studied the captivating face he’d first admired a week ago. Shock and pain had dimmed her raw beauty, but there was no denying the fine features and that classic facial structure sucking him in. ‘So we’re both doctors.’ Was that attraction stirring his groin? No. Too weird, that idea. This was purely because Doc Not-So-Frosty had a figure that demanded attention from all working parts of a man’s body, and a face to take the edge off anything she might say.
Again Sienna moved. Again he held her still. ‘Shh, easy does it.’ He kept his voice low and soft, sleep her best option for now. When she didn’t relax he sat next to her, stretching his legs the length of her body so they were touching side by side, and began soothing her hand, making light circles with his fingers. Slowly, slowly, the tension fell away from her muscles and she stopped moving her hands and feet. Had she been unconsciously checking again to see that she hadn’t damaged her spine? It had been her biggest fear when he’d arrived, and who could blame her? Cycling accidents were notorious for shoulder injuries, but spinal damage was up there too.
His radio barked into life. ‘Harry, are you receiving? This is Ginger.’
Their pilot. ‘Harry receiving loud and not so clear. What’s up?’
‘You’re stuck there for a while yet, I’d say. What’s the situation with your patient?’
‘GCS four.’ Not bad considering how rapid her descent must’ve been, and the bone-jarring—if not breaking—halt against the tree. But the score could change rapidly, dropping to a dangerous level if Sienna got too cold or there was internal bleeding going on he hadn’t discovered. But all indicators said she was lucky there. He turned his back on her, just in case she wasn’t as out of it as he believed. ‘Don’t let that fool you. I want her out of here ASAP. Her temperature has taken a dive since the hail came across.’
‘Roger. Understood. I’m talking to the weather gods every few minutes but so far they’re ignoring me.’
‘Keep at it.’
‘I’ll get back to you in thirty unless the all-clear comes through. Hang in there and keep her safe, man.’
As if he’d do anything else. Keeping safe came first, especially for his patients. Not so much for himself. He’d always been a bit of a risk-taker, snowboarding off mountain ranges and deep-water diving in shark-infested waters; though with that one there’d been a team of experts at his back. Not that his parents would’ve noticed if things went pear-shaped. His brothers understood his apparent recklessness, though they didn’t condone it, but to their credit they left him to his own decisions, something he appreciated almost more than anything. They weren’t meant to feel guilty for him copping all the blame their mother had dished out for disasters big and small when they were young—and not so young. He was the cause of her disappointment with how life had served her, so his brothers had been spared the vitriol. Because they’d been wanted, planned for. Unlike him.
Harry swallowed the familiar bile. These days, since his mother had taken over control of the multinational company his grandfather had created, the family was more divided than ever. He and his brothers were together in their need to get on and make lives for themselves, while their parents fought endless battles between themselves over who was in charge of the company. His siblings had found love with wonderful women and dived right into their own families, putting distance between themselves and the parents who might’ve wanted them but didn’t show much affection towards them. Finding a woman to love and have a family with was not something Harry planned on doing. His one and only serious relationship years ago had turned out to be as nasty as his parents’ one, and confirmed his belief he did not want that for the rest of his days. Just as he didn’t want to be told to try harder, become greater, aim higher. If someone couldn’t love him for who he was then he wouldn’t bother. He’d learned to be happy with his single status; he just wasn’t always so careful with himself.
He reached for Sienna’s wrist. What was her pulse now? Her wrist was slight and her skin satiny. If anyone around here had a high pulse rate it was him.
‘So you’re a doctor, and a cyclist. What else interests you?’ he asked into the wind-tossed space in an attempt to distract himself from the heat tripping up his arm from where his fingers still touched her skin. Lowering her arm, he pulled back. ‘I know loud music isn’t one of your favourites, Doc Frosty.’
He barked a harsh laugh. Doc Frosty and Dr Frost stuck together on a hillside.
Ever since the night she’d stormed up his drive he’d been aware of her. Or rather, of how often she wasn’t at home. It made sense now he knew her profession. Putting in long hours came with the territory. Which was one reason he loved his work. There was no time for anything else other than light, short relationships with women and easy-going friendships.
Those odd moments of longing for something he couldn’t explain that came in the middle of a night shift when there was nothing happening but waiting in the tedious dark for a call that he always hoped wouldn’t end badly for the victims were to be ignored. The unsettling need for something, someone, had to be banished. He was his own person and, once free of his mother’s blame game and his wife’s endless demands to be someone he wasn’t, he’d vowed he’d never let someone else dictate how he lived, or where, or why.
His brothers lived the lives of their choice, and encouraged him to do the same, though they weren’t always keen when he leapt off mountains with nothing more than a board strapped to his feet for safety. They and their families were his support system, the people he loved most. There wasn’t room for anyone else. He’d tried once. Never again.
His eyes tracked across Sienna’s exhausted face. Yes, she cranked up his libido something wicked. No, she wasn’t going to become important to him other than as a patient at this point in time. Yes, he wanted to learn more about what made her tick. No, he didn’t have any intention of spending time with her.
No longer than it took to share a bottle of wine, at any rate.
