Special Deliveries: Wanted: A Daddy. Amanda Berry

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ

      ‘Thank you!’ Jasmine was touched. ‘I’ll have a drink at the weekend.’

      ‘I mean properly celebrate.’ Vanessa winked. ‘You can’t pop that cork till …’

      ‘It will be vintage by then.’ Jasmine grinned.

      It was a very different night from the one before.

      It was quiet and the staff took advantage. Greg, the charge nurse, put some music on at the work station and when at four a.m. there were only a few patients waiting for beds or obs, instead of telling them to restock or reorder, he opened a book as Jasmine and Vanessa checked each other’s blood sugars. They were low enough to merit another trip to the vending machine, they decided. Then they came back and checked each other’s BP.

      ‘It’s so low!’ Vanessa pulled a face as she unwrapped the cuff and Jasmine grinned, proud of herself for keeping her pulse and blood pressure down, with Jed sitting at the station.

      He noticed how easily she laughed.

      She noticed him, full stop.

      Noticed that this time when she cracked open her chocolate he took a piece.

      ‘Do you want your blood pressure checked, Jed?’ Vanessa asked.

      ‘No, thanks.’

      Vanessa pulled a face at his grumpy tone. ‘Do you work on it, Jed?’ It was ten past four, well into the witching hour for night nurses, a quiet night, lights blazing, the humour becoming more wicked. ‘Do you work on being all silent and moody?’

      ‘No,’ he said. ‘I just work.’

      ‘And that beard you’re growing,’ Vanessa pushed as Greg looked up and grinned, ‘is it designer stubble?’

      ‘No,’ Jed said patiently. ‘I went for a run when I got in from work and I was too tired to shave afterwards, and then I overslept.’

      ‘You’re sure about that?’ Vanessa said. ‘You’re sure you’re not a male model on the side?’

      Jed had forgotten those times of late. He hadn’t partaken in chit-chat and fun for a very long time, he’d been too busy concentrating only on work. Maybe he needed a coffee, maybe his blood sugar was down, because he was kind of remembering the harmless fun he had once had at work before it had all become a nightmare.

      He sat there recalling the laughs that had been part of the job and he was almost smiling as Vanessa chatted on. There was such a difference between playing and flirting. Jed had always known that, he’d just forgotten how to mix the two of late, had lost one for fear of the other, but the atmosphere tonight was kind of bringing it back.

      ‘When you go to the hairdresser’s, do you ask them to leave that bit of fringe?’ Vanessa teased. ‘Just so it can fall over your eye?’

      As he turned, Jasmine waited for a frown, for a sharp word, for a brusque put-down, but her smirking grin turned to a delighted one as he flopped his fringe forward, pouted his lips and looked over their shoulders in a haughty model pose.

      And then as they screamed in laughter and even Greg did too, Jed got back to his notes.

      Enough fun for one night, Jed told himself.

      Except he’d set them off and now they were walking like models.

      Greg was joining in too as he filled in the board, standing with one hand on his hip and talking in deliberately effeminate tones. Jed tried not to smile, not notice as he usually managed to—he had just blocked out this side of Emergency, had chosen to ignore the black humour and frivolity that sometimes descended.

      And yet somehow it was coming back.

      Somehow he was starting to remember that it wasn’t all just about work.

      And Jed knew why.

      It was just that he didn’t want to know why.

      ‘I’m going for a sleep.’ He stood. ‘Call me if anything comes in or at six if it stays quiet.’

      He could hear them laughing as he tried to rest.

      And whatever they were doing it must be funny because he even heard the po-faced nursing supervisor, who must be doing her rounds, start to laugh.

      Jed turned on the white noise machine but still he couldn’t sleep.

      He could do without this!

      ‘Morning, sunshine!’ Greg rapped on the door at six, but Jed was awake. He rolled out of bed and brushed his teeth, headed out, took a few bloods and discharged a couple of patients, and wished the place would pick up.

      He got one query appendicitis and one very grumpy old man called Ken Jones. He had a chronically infected leg ulcer, which was being dressed by a visiting nurse twice a week, but he had decided at five-thirty a.m. that it was time to do something about it and had called an ambulance. He was very grubby and unkempt and had his radio with him, which was tuned in to a chat show.

      ‘What’s his blood sugar?’

      ‘Eight,’ Jasmine said.

      ‘You’re taking all your diabetic medication, Ken?’ Jed checked.

      ‘I just do what I’m told.’

      ‘Okay.’ Jed had already carefully examined the man and his leg and he chatted to him for a little while. ‘I’m going to get the medics to come down and have a look at you,’ Jed said, ‘but it might take a while. We’re really quiet down here but I know they’re very busy up on the ward, so you might have to stay with us for a while. And we could look at the dressings nurse to come and have a good look at your wound and maybe try something new.’

      ‘Up to you.’

      ‘It could be a few hours,’ Jed said.

      ‘I don’t make a fuss.’

      Jed grinned as he walked out. ‘He’ll be ringing up the radio station to complain about how long he has to wait soon.’

      ‘Does he really need to see the medics?’

      ‘Probably not,’ Jed said. ‘Penny will probably clear him out by eight, but …’ he gave a shrug, ‘… the old boy’s lonely, isn’t he? Anyway, he could do with a good looking over, his chest is a bit rattly and he’s a bit dry. I’ll run some bloods.’

      ‘I’ll order him breakfast,’ Jasmine yawned.

      She ordered a breakfast from the canteen and then checked on the query appendicitis. His drip was about through so she headed over to the IV room. When she swiped her card and saw that Jed was in there, sorting out his trolley to take the bloods, she nearly turned and ran.

      But that would be making a big deal of things so instead she stepped in.

      ‘We need to talk,’ Jed said without looking up from his task.

      ‘No СКАЧАТЬ