The Doctor's Undoing. Allie Pleiter

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СКАЧАТЬ top of the disinfectant bottle. “You’re about to douse me with that horrid stinging stuff and I’m the difficult one?”

      He gave a low laugh. The sound surprised her, popping her eyes open despite her best intentions. He was way too close. She squinted them shut again. “Chin up, Miss Landway.” He’d applied his “doctor voice,” the one she knew every medical professional employed when about to do something that would cause pain. “This will only hurt for a moment.”

      “If you think I—” A hiss of pain cut off the rest of her thought as the disinfectant found its target. If she hadn’t been seeing stars before, she saw a whole constellation now. “Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers... I’d forgotten how much that smarts.”

      She felt Dr. Parker’s hand take hers and guide it up to hold the gauze in place. He had a doctor’s touch—precise, firm and yet a bit tentative. Theirs wasn’t the classic doctor-patient relationship—at least not in this case—and his touch told her he felt as uncomfortable as she did. In a moment or two she opened her eyes to see him leaning against the table, putting the cap back on the disinfectant, wearing the echo of a grin. Not a full smile, mind you, just the echo of one.

      Ida lowered her good brow. “You enjoyed that.”

      “On the contrary. I’m merely glad you didn’t cry. A good many of my patients end up in tears around here, so I’m grateful when I get the chance to tend to an adult.” He set the bottle down. “Genesis?”

      “A trick I learned at Camp Jackson. Keeping a patient speaking helps prevent them from tensing up in pain. Some of those boys had to endure me pulling up bandages day after day, so I’d cue them if they didn’t know their books of the Bible. Opened up a lot of conversation about the topic, too.”

      “Are you in the habit of conversing on the nature of your patients’ souls?”

      Ida couldn’t tell if Dr. Parker considered that a good thing. “Only when the Good Lord opens the door. I’d understood this to be a Christian institution.”

      “It is, but the army is not.”

      “Dr. Parker, you’d be amazed how much a man wants to talk about his soul if he thinks he’s dying. Or ought to have died. I’ll tell you, God is more in that army hospital than lots of churches.” Parker shook his head as if he didn’t know how to respond. Now that her head felt a tad clearer, Ida thought it might be time to stand her ground. “Is this a Christian institution, Dr. Parker? Does God live here at the Parker Home for Orphans?”

      She took some comfort in the fact that Dr. Parker thought for a moment before answering. She didn’t want some rote response to a question like that. Finally, he said, “I’d like to think He does, yes.” After a second he added, “That’s a rather bold question for someone who has been here two days. Why did you feel the need to ask it?”

      You’ve opened the door, Lord, I’m walking through it. “Because—” she dabbed one last time before taking the bandage from her brow “—were that the case, I’d think this place would have more joy in it.”

      That brought a gruff laugh from the doctor. “You’re expecting joy—from displaced orphans?”

      “Dr. Parker, I expect joy from everyone. I believe in joy. I thrive on it. And yes, I’ve only been here two days, but I tell you this place is more dull gray than the army was drab green. Seems to me children are naturally happy, noisy, joyful creatures. I know they’ve seen hard times, but that ought not to knock all that happiness out of them. And if that has happened, I think maybe it’s our job to give that joy back to them. So far I haven’t seen that. I hope you don’t mind my saying you could knock me over with the quiet in this place.”

      Dr. Parker tugged on his vest. “You are not shy with your opinions, are you?”

      Ida shrugged. “I’m not shy, period. If I’ve got something to say, I’m going to say it—provided it’s worth saying, that is.”

      She waited for him to reprimand her for her tongue—it had happened often enough at Camp Jackson—but he stroked his chin with eyes narrowed in consideration. “I think you have much to learn about troubled children. And I suspect your assessment of what’s ‘worth saying’ might differ greatly from mine.”

      Ida folded her hands in her lap. Mama always said she let her mouth run ahead of her sense.

      “But I do wonder if we couldn’t use a dose of positive thinking around here.”

      Ida looked up, feeling the first sparkles of hope light in her chest.

      “You’re welcome to share your opinions, but I will ask that you do me the courtesy of sharing them with me and not with the other staff. I should like to temper your...shall we say, enthusiasm...with a bit of experience and practicality. I’d like to think I am in charge for a good reason.”

      Ida nodded. “You are in charge, Doctor. If the army’s taught me anything, it’s how to take orders.” It wasn’t really a fib, though it was unquestionably an exaggeration. She’d been written up for doing just the opposite more times than she cared to count. But she’d been working on it—and praying on it—and would continue to do so.

      “See you mind that cut for the next day or two. And stay away from Louie Oberman until you’re sure it won’t bleed again. The poor child vomits at even a drop of blood.”

      * * *

      MacNeil knocked on Daniel’s study door that afternoon. “I fixed the infirmary cabinet like you asked. Found one or two other loose nails and fixed them, too.” The groundskeeper wiped his hands on his trousers. “You mind telling me what she was doing poking her head into that cabinet?”

      It had been an amusing scene to walk past the infirmary and see the profile of Miss Landway bent over with her head in the cabinets. “I expect our new nurse likes to poke her head into everything.” He chose his description carefully. “She seems more...enthusiastic than I was expecting.”

      MacNeil smiled. “She’s a bit of life in her, to be sure. Not a bad thing, all around. Different from the others, though.”

      “That’s what I’m hoping. We need this one to stay.”

      MacNeil nodded. “Aye, we do. I wasn’t much for the last one, if you don’t mind my saying. She looked afraid of everything, and little ones pick right up on such things.”

      The last nurse had indeed been a disaster. A frail, delicate woman who seemed astonished by every bump and bruise. She looked far more suited to a nanny’s job than to nursing fifty-eight children’s daily scrapes and ill stomachs. It’s exactly why he had turned to the army, thinking an army nurse would have the stalwart constitution to take on whatever harm the children encountered. “Miss Landway doesn’t strike me as afraid of anything.”

      “We’re no battlefield. It can’t be that hard for her to tend to this lot.”

      “I’d say we have a rather good safety record for the number of children and the age of our facilities. I owe a lot of that to you.” He did. MacNeil was a master of repairs, cobbling together old parts and generally working wonders with precious little funding. “I can’t think of anyone we depend on more than you.”

      MacNeil flushed. “Don’t let Grimshaw be hearing you say that. Or worse yet, Mrs. Smiley.” СКАЧАТЬ