Special Deliveries: Wanted: A Daddy. Amanda Berry

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      Jasmine nodded. That much she understood. The last thing she would have needed at that critical time in Resus was a doctor and a nurse breaking down before help had been summoned.

      ‘And Penny told me to get you out of the way.’ Jasmine looked up. ‘She told me you were her younger sister and that you were not to find out the same way she had … She was amazing,’ Lisa said. ‘Once she got over the initial shock, she just …’ Lisa gave a wide-eyed look of admiration. ‘She worked on your mother the same way she would any patient—she gave her the very best of care. Your mum was in VF and she was defibrillated twice. By the time Mr Dean took over, your mum was back with us.’

      ‘Oh, God,’ Jasmine moaned and this time when she stood, nothing would have stopped her. It wasn’t to her mother she raced but to next door, where Penny sat slumped in a chair. Jed was holding a drink of water for her. And to think she’d begrudged her sister that embrace. No wonder Jed had been holding her, and Jasmine rushed to do the same.

      ‘I’m so sorry, Penny.’

      She cuddled her sister, who just sat there, clearly still in shock. ‘It must have been a nightmare.’

      Penny nodded. ‘I didn’t want you to see her like that.’

      She had always been in awe of Penny, always felt slightly less, but she looked at her sister through different eyes, saw the brave, strong woman she was, who had shielded the more sensitive one from their parents’ rows, had always told her things would be okay.

      That she’d deal with it.

      And she had. Again.

      ‘It’s my fault,’ Penny grimaced. ‘Yesterday she was ever so quiet and she said she had indigestion. It must have been chest pain.’

      ‘Penny.’ Jasmine had been thinking the same, but hearing her sister say it made her realise there and then what a pointless route that was. ‘I had indigestion yesterday. We all did. You know what Mum’s Sunday dinners are like.’

      ‘I know.’

      Jasmine looked up at Jed. His face was pale and he gave her a very thin smile. ‘I’m sorry to hear about your mum,’ he said, and then he looked from Jasmine to Penny and then back again. ‘I had no idea.’

      ‘Well, how could you have?’ Penny said, and then turned to Jasmine. ‘Can you go and see Mum? I can’t face it just yet, but one of us should be there.’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘She’ll be scared,’ Penny warned. ‘Not that she’ll show it.’

      ‘Come on,’ Jed said. ‘I’ll take you round to her.’

      Once they walked out of the door he asked what he had to. ‘Jasmine, why didn’t you say?’

      ‘She’d made me promise not to.’

      ‘But even so …’

      ‘I can’t think about that now, Jed.’

      ‘Come on.’ He put his arm round her and led her into her mum’s room, and even if it was what he would do with any colleague, even if she no longer wanted him, she was glad to have him there strong and firm beside her as she saw her mum, the strongest, most independent person she knew, with possibly the exception of her elder sister, strapped to machines and looking very small and fragile under a white sheet.

      ‘Hey, Mum.’

      Jasmine took her hand.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ Louise said, but for once her voice was very weak and thin.

      ‘It’s hardly your fault. Don’t be daft.’

      ‘No.’ She was impatient, despite the morphine, desperate to get everything in order before she went to surgery. ‘I haven’t been much support.’

      ‘Mum!’ Jasmine shook her head. ‘You’ve been wonderful.’

      ‘No.’ She could see tears in her mum’s eyes. ‘Most grandmothers drop everything to help with their grandchildren.’

      ‘Mum,’ Jasmine interrupted. ‘You can stop right there. I’m glad you’re not like most mums, I’m glad Penny is the way that she is, because otherwise I’d be living at home even now. I’d be dumping everything onto you and not sorting my own stuff out, which I have,’ Jasmine said firmly, and then wavered. ‘Well, almost.’ She smiled at her mum. ‘And that’s thanks to you. I don’t want a mum who fixes everything. I want a mum who helps me fix myself.’

      ‘Can I see Simon?’ She felt her mum squeeze her hand. ‘Or will I scare him?’

      ‘I’ll go now and get him.’ Before she left, Jasmine looked at Jed.

      ‘I’ll stay.’

      And it meant a lot that he was with her.

      Oh, she knew Mr Dean was around and Vanessa was watching her mother like a hawk, but it wasn’t just for medical reasons it helped to have Jed there.

      She couldn’t think of that now.

      The childcare staff were wonderful when Jasmine told them what was going on. ‘Bring him back when you’re ready.’

      ‘Thanks.’

      Jasmine really didn’t know if it would terrify Simon or how he’d react when he saw his nanny, but she knew that the calmer she was the better it would be for Simon. ‘Nanny’s tired,’ Jasmine said as they walked back to the department. ‘She’s having a rest, so we’ll go and give her a kiss.’

      He seemed delighted at the prospect.

      Especially when he saw Penny standing at the bed. Then he turned and saw Jed there and a smile lit up his face.

      ‘Jed!’

      He said it so clearly, there was absolutely no mistake, and Penny’s eyes were wide for a second as she looked at Jed, who stood, and then back at Penny.

      ‘I’ll have to put in a complaint,’ Penny said. ‘The hospital grapevine is getting terribly slack.’

      ‘Tell me about it,’ Jed said, but whatever was going on, whatever questions needed answers, it was all put aside as Simon gave his nanny a kiss and a cuddle. He was amazing, not bothered at all by the tubes and machines, more fascinated by them, if anything, pointing to the cardiac monitor and turning as every drip bleeped. But of course after a few moments he grew restless.

      ‘We’re going to take your mum up to the catheter lab soon,’ Vanessa said. The cardiac surgeon had spoken to them in more detail and her mum had signed the consent form, and it was all too quick and too soon. Jasmine had just got used to the idea that she was terribly ill and now there was surgery to face.

      ‘Can I just take Simon back?’

      ‘Of course.’ And in the few weeks she’d been here, Jasmine found out just how many friends she had made, just how well she was actually doing, thanks to her mum. ‘Tell the crèche that СКАЧАТЬ