Snowbound With The Single Dad. Laura Iding

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       CHAPTER EIGHT

      CALLUM LISTENED TO the NHS helpline music with growing impatience. It was funny how all rational thought flew out of the window when your child was in pain.

      Drew was clutching his stomach again. He was pale and feverish, and he couldn’t even tolerate fluids. But the pain was making him gasp and sob and Callum was feeling utterly helpless.

      He glanced at his watch. It would be nearly midnight by the time the NHS helpline put him through to one of the nurses—and he told Drew’s story again—then they would have to drive out to one of the GP centres. Who knew when his son would get some pain relief?

      No. He couldn’t wait that long.

      As a member of one of the emergency services, he hated it when people used the services irresponsibly. But this didn’t feel irresponsible. This did feel like an emergency. And he could explain later why he hadn’t been prepared to wait for the helpline.

      Jessica was on call tonight. Should he take Drew to Parkhill?

      He hadn’t even told her about Drew yet, and this would be a baptism of fire. But as Drew’s father he couldn’t think of anyone he would trust more with his son. He’d seen Jessica at work. He’d heard her colleagues talk about her.

      She was undoubtedly a great doctor, who cared about her patients.

      He was supposed to be taking Jessica out for dinner in a few nights’ time. He’d been hoping to tell her about Drew then, and also to explain why evening dates could prove to be difficult. After a day of work he really didn’t like to ask someone to babysit his son. He wanted to spend time with him. And he was hopeful that Jess would understand that. But now that would all have to wait.

      Within minutes he had Drew bundled up into his booster seat, still in his pyjamas and wrapped in a fleecy blanket.

      The roads were coated with snow and deadly quiet. Anyone with a half a brain was tucked up in bed. The only other traffic on the roads at this time of night was the gritters. He made it to the hospital in record time, parked in one of the emergency bays and carried Drew inside in his arms.

      ‘I need to see Jessica Rae right away.’

      The receptionist looked up, her face unfamiliar. ‘Can you give me your details, please, sir?’

      ‘Jessica Rae—I know she’s on duty tonight. I want her to check over my son.’

      The receptionist plastered a weary smile on her face. ‘Give me your son’s details. I’ll get one of the doctors to see him.’

      Callum felt his patience at an all-time low. ‘Page Jessica Rae for me—now!’

      One of the triage nurses appeared at his side and gave a knowing smile to the receptionist. They were probably used to frantic parents, but it didn’t excuse his behaviour. ‘Come with me, sir, and I’ll start the assessment procedure for your son.’ She reached over and brushed Drew’s fringe out of his eyes, taking in his pale colour and the sheen on his skin. ‘Let’s get some obs.’

      Callum felt himself take some deep breaths as he followed the nurse down the corridor. She was ruthlessly efficient, taking Drew’s temperature, heart rate and blood pressure, then putting some cream on the inside of one elbow to numb the area and prepare it for a blood sample to be taken. As she scribbled down Drew’s history, then held a sick bowl to let him retch into it, she gave Callum a tight smile.

      ‘I know you asked for Dr Rae, but she’s in surgery right now. She will see your son, but he needs some other tests done and some blood taken in the meantime. I’m going to ask one of the other doctors on duty to see Drew right now.’

      There was something in the way she said the words. The quiet urgency in them. As if she suspected something but wasn’t prepared to say it out loud. She had that look about her—the nurse who’d seen everything a dozen times and could probably out-diagnose most of the junior doctors.

      ‘What do you think’s wrong?’

      She gave the slightest shake of her head. ‘Let’s leave that to the doctors, shall we?’

      He tried his best not to erupt. To tell her that he didn’t want his son to wait a second longer.

      She glanced at him as she headed to the curtains. ‘I’ll get the other doctor now. The sooner Drew is seen, the better. Then we can get him some pain relief.’

      He nodded automatically. Pain relief for his son. That’s what he wanted more than anything. Anything to take the pain away from Drew.

      ‘Dr Rae, there’s a kid with an acute abdomen in A and E. Father is insisting you see him.’

      Jessica pulled off her gown and gloves and dumped them in the disposal unit. ‘Really? What’s the name?’

      ‘Kennedy. Drew Kennedy.’

      She shrugged. She was the consultant on call. She’d see any kid with an acute abdomen anyway. ‘I don’t recognise the name, but tell them I’ll be right there.’

      She gave her hands a quick wash, trying to place the name. None СКАЧАТЬ