Название: The Heart Consultant's Lover
Автор: Kate Hardy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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And then she heard the call, ‘Crash team!’
‘We’ll carry on with the traces later,’ she told Hannah. ‘Come on, we’re needed.’
She walked quickly out into the ward and saw the light flashing above the door of Room One. Her heart sank. No. Please, not Imogen, she thought.
Jack was already there, giving CPR at the rate of five chest compressions to one breath, while Leila was getting the defibrillator ready.
‘She’s in VF,’ Leila said. VF, or ventricular fibrillation, was an abnormal heart rhythm—it meant Imogen’s heart was contracting quickly but not effectively.
Miranda went straight into action and attached the defibrillator paddles to Imogen’s chest so Leila could check the monitor. ‘Charging to 360. And clear,’ she said. Jack stopped the CPR so Miranda could shock Imogen.
‘Still in VF,’ Leila said, watching the monitor closely.
‘Have you given her adrenaline?’ Miranda asked.
‘Not yet,’ Leila said.
‘Hannah, get me some adrenaline now. Charging to 360. And clear,’ Miranda repeated. Imogen had to respond. She had to. They weren’t going to lose her.
‘Still in VF,’ Leila reported.
‘Charging. And clear,’ Miranda said.
‘She’s back in sinus,’ Leila said. ‘Well done.’
Tears pricked the backs of Miranda’s eyes. Thank God. ‘Jack, we can’t wait until tomorrow morning for the angioplasty. Not now she’s had an MI.’
‘Bypass?’ he asked.
‘Yup. I’ll call Jordan and sort out a slot in Theatre now. Can you prep her?’
‘Will do,’ he said.
‘Leila, can you get in touch with Emma and tell her that we’re taking her great-aunt down to Theatre now, please?’ she asked.
‘Will do,’ Leila said.
‘Hannah, check if Leila needs you for anything—if not, you’re welcome to come and observe,’ Miranda continued.
‘Thanks,’ Hannah said, flushing faintly.
Miranda rang Jordan and organised an emergency theatre slot. On the way down to Theatre, Imogen arrested again but Jack managed to bring her back. Before Miranda could make the first incision, Imogen arrested again.
‘Come on, come on,’ Jack said. ‘We’re not letting you go, Imogen. Stay with us. Charging. And clear.’
But this time they couldn’t bring her back.
‘It’s been twenty minutes,’ Jack said softly as Miranda continued CPR. ‘Do you want me to call it?’
‘No. We can’t give up now.’ She continued giving CPR. ‘Come on, Imogen. You have to stay with us.’
But it was no use. Gently, Jack put his hands over hers. ‘I’m calling it,’ he said. ‘She’s been down too long.’
‘No.’ Miranda shook her head in frustration. ‘No. We can’t have lost her.’
‘She’s gone,’ he said, his voice compassionate yet firm.
Miranda nodded dully, then glanced at the nurse’s watch on her white coat. ‘Time of death, three twenty-four.’ She stroked the old lady’s forehead. ‘I’m sorry, Imogen. I’m so, so sorry,’ she said softly, then turned away. ‘I’d better go and ring Emma.’ She swallowed hard and walked back to her office to ring Imogen’s great-niece.
‘But—but she was going to have her operation! I thought she was going to be all right,’ Emma said. ‘You said you were going to put a balloon in her arteries to clear them, and it would stop her getting the pain any more.’
‘I’m so sorry, Emma. We did everything we could. But her heart had just had enough.’
‘Poor Imogen. She was…It’s my fault,’ Emma said. ‘We should have had her to live with us.’
‘It wouldn’t have made any difference,’ Miranda reassured her. ‘And it wasn’t your fault at all. She was ill.’
‘I should have done more.’
‘You did your best. You came in to see her when you could, and rang when you couldn’t—and it isn’t easy to care for an elderly relative when you have three small children to look after as well.’ Easier if you didn’t have children. She could have done more for May. But she hadn’t, had she?
‘I can’t believe she’s gone.’ Emma’s voice was unsteady. ‘And Floss…I don’t know what we’re going to do about Floss. We can’t have a dog—we’re renting and the landlord won’t let us have pets, not even a hamster. We can’t keep her in kennels but I can’t have her put down. She’s not that old and she’s not even ill.’
‘I’ll see what I can do,’ Miranda promised. ‘Someone here might be able to give her a new home.’
‘Can I…can I come and see my great-aunt?’
‘Of course you can. And I’ll be here if you want to talk to me.’
‘Thank you.’ Emma was clearly crying as she rang off.
Miranda returned the receiver to its cradle, put her arms on her desk and rested her head on her arms. If only she’d done the angioplasty the day before. If only…
She heard a click and looked up. Jack had closed her office door. He walked towards her and laid a hand on her shoulder. ‘Hey, it’s not your fault. It was a risk with anyone who had her condition. You know that.’
‘I lost her, Jack.’
‘We can’t save them all,’ he said softly. ‘I know how you feel. She was a sweetheart. But she’s not in pain any more, and you did your best for her.’
‘No, I didn’t. I should have told the Prof to stuff his demo and insist on taking my slot back.’
‘And she might have arrested on the way down to Theatre yesterday afternoon. Besides, you know the risks with angioplasties. When the balloon inflates and blocks the artery temporarily, that sometimes triggers an MI. The chances were, it would have happened in Imogen’s case.’ He pulled up a chair next to hers and put his arm round her shoulders. ‘Don’t blame yourself, Miranda.’
She knew she shouldn’t lean towards him. Shouldn’t let him hold her. But right then she needed the comfort.
‘So what’s the real story?’ he asked softly. ‘We’re all upset when we lose a patient—but this really seems to have knocked you for six. You spent time with Imogen when you were supposed to be off duty, and you went and took a photograph of her dog for her. That’s going beyond the call of duty.’
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