The Firefighter's Baby. Alison Roberts

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      Too many figures were crowding in now and Courtney’s grip on Jason’s hand was lost as they finally lifted her clear of the wreck.

      ‘BP was 80 systolic five minutes ago,’ Laura told Tim. ‘We need to get another line in.’

      ‘Hare traction on that femur before we roll?’

      Laura nodded. The low blood pressure could well be caused by the blood loss associated with the fractured bones Courtney had sustained. It was a two-person job to apply a traction splint so it wasn’t something that could be done en route. It would mean a delay of another few minutes before transporting, but effective splinting would help control further blood loss and was therefore a priority.

      It wasn’t just the fire officers of Green Watch she was lucky to be working with, Laura decided as the ambulance rolled clear of the accident scene only three minutes later. Tim was one of the most competent paramedics she had ever had as a partner and they were perfectly matched to remain calm and efficient in virtually any circumstances. A few years over Laura’s twenty-nine, Tim had the added advantage of more experience and he also had the kind of laidback personality that made him fit in seamlessly at Inglewood station despite being in a different emergency service. He was just one of the boys.

      As was Laura now. The novelty of having a female officer on the watch had worn off rapidly. A shade too rapidly maybe, but who could blame them for losing any interest her gender might have sparked? And it didn’t matter. She was part of a great team and she’d be delighted to be considered an honorary bloke if only it wasn’t for—

      ‘How’s it going back there?’

      ‘Fine.’ Laura scribbled down the update of recordings she’d been making automatically as her mind wandered. ‘BP’s up—100 over 60. Oxygen saturation is 98 per cent on 15 litres. Sinus tachy at 110.’

      ‘We’ll be at the hospital in about eight minutes.’

      ‘OK. I’ll radio through in a minute.’ Laura turned back to her patient. ‘How’s the pain score out of ten now, Courtney?’

      ‘About four, I guess.’

      ‘That’s a lot better but I’ll give you a little bit more morphine. I’d like to get it down to at least two if I can.’

      Caring for a multi-trauma patient en route gave little time to attend to paperwork so Laura completed the task using a spare patch of counter in the trauma room as the emergency department staff assessed the new arrival. By the time she was finished, X-rays had been completed and Courtney was being readied for Theatre where the orthopaedic surgeon would need to deal with the open lower leg fracture and the dislocation-fracture of her right elbow. Laura paused on her way out with the completed paperwork.

      ‘All the best, Courtney. You’re in good hands. You’ve got one of the best orthopaedic surgeons in town coming in to fix you up.’

      ‘I just want to get it over with,’ Courtney groaned. ‘But thanks…for everything.’

      ‘You’re very welcome.’

      ‘And can you thank that fireman for me? What was his name?’

      ‘Jase. Jason Halliday.’

      ‘Yeah, that’s him. He was fantastic.’

      ‘I’ll tell him.’ Laura had to suppress a wistful smile. It wasn’t something she could tell Jason herself, no matter how much she might agree with the sentiment.

      ‘How old is Jason?’

      Perhaps Laura would also need to tell him that his techniques of distracting a patient had long-lasting effects. Courtney didn’t look as though she was thinking about her injuries or impending surgery at all right now.

      ‘Ancient.’ Laura smiled. ‘Pushing forty.’

      ‘Oh…he didn’t seem that old.’

      Laura wasn’t really lying. Anything over thirty was on the way to forty, wasn’t it? And thirty-two was still far too old for a nineteen-year-old.

      ‘He’s really nice, isn’t he?’

      ‘Mmm. I’d better go now, Courtney. Looks like they’re nearly ready to move you.’

      Tim appeared in the trauma room doorway. ‘We’re all cleaned up and ready to go,’ he told Laura. ‘And I can almost smell Mrs M.’s bacon and eggs. You ready?’

      Laura was more than ready to head back and finish her shift but her most recent patient wasn’t quite ready to let her go.

      ‘I couldn’t really see what he looked like with that uniform and everything. Is he cute?’

      ‘Cute’ wasn’t the word Laura would have chosen. Jason Halliday could be used as a pin-up model for the fire service any day. Six feet two inches with a build to match his height. Sun-streaked, curly hair, dark blue eyes and a killer smile. There was only one word to describe Jason and that was…perfect.

      ‘Imagine your typical surfer and add ten years and a pot belly.’

      ‘Oh…He said he wasn’t married, though, didn’t he? Has he got a girlfriend?’

      ‘’Fraid so.’ Laura’s smile was not without sympathy but she escaped without offering any consolation in the face of Courtney’s obvious disappointment. She could have said that Maxine was only a newbie and might not last long but what was the point? She knew only too well the strength of attraction Jason Halliday could inspire and this teenager had as much hope of sparking a reciprocal interest as she herself had.

      Well, maybe that was wishful thinking. Courtney was slim, probably several inches taller than Laura’s five feet two inches and her hair was an attractive russet rather than dead mouse, but even so she didn’t measure up to Jason’s usual standards in female companions. Better to be briefly disappointed now than to carry a torch and find the flame not only refused to get extinguished but simply burned a little brighter with every passing week.

      ‘Jase is going to kill you when he hears about that “pot belly” remark,’ Tim informed her a few minutes later.

      ‘Only if you tell him,’ Laura countered. She indicated a right turn and slowed the ambulance as she reached the main route back to their station. ‘And if you do, I’ll tell Mrs Mack who walked over her clean lino with those muddy boots last week.’

      ‘You wouldn’t!’ Tim’s expression feigned fear. Then he grinned. ‘OK, my lips are sealed.’ He tipped his head back and closed his eyes wearily. ‘Can’t say I blame you for trying to put her off. We get quite enough women turning up asking for our Jase as it is.’ His tone became thoughtful. ‘I wonder what it’s like to be so compellingly attractive to the opposite sex?’

      ‘Boring,’ Laura said firmly. ‘You can have too much of a good thing, you know.’

      ‘No.’ Tim sounded almost wistful now. ‘I wouldn’t know.’

      Laura snorted softly. ‘Join the club, Tim. I think I’m the founding member.’

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