The Nurse's Rescue. Alison Roberts

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      ‘Please!’ Jessica’s quiet plea echoed around the group. ‘Please, let me do this…Tony?’

      ‘We can’t ignore the other emergency services involved here. Geoff?’ Tony turned to the man in the white helmet. ‘We’ve worked together more than once on training exercises. Can we sort this out between us or do we need to interrupt the scene command unit?’

      ‘I don’t want to do that. They’ve got more than enough to deal with.’ Geoff shook his head wearily. ‘And so have I. I’ll leave the ball in your court, Tony. I guess I know you well enough to be able to trust your judgement.’

      Tony caught Joe’s gaze. The subtle jerk of his head led both men to step aside out of earshot of the small group of figures. They didn’t have to move far: the noise level around their position was as high as it had been ever since they had arrived on scene. Jessica’s gaze didn’t falter as she watched their movements. The background cacophony was now familiar and there was no hope of hearing what was being said. A huge container near the entrance to the shopping mall was being filled with rubble delivered by a bobcat. Concrete cutters and air hammers could be heard, sounding like rapid gunfire on their own and then melding into a dull roar as they competed with other heavy equipment. A chainsaw was being tested or repaired in the near vicinity. Tony had to raise his voice to be heard over the insistent revving. ‘Joe? Are you sure you want to take this extra responsibility? Do you really think she can cope?’

      The chainsaw’s motor cut out. Joe didn’t have to shout. ‘She’s more than competent, Tony. She’s a damned good medic and I’d work with her in any paramedic situation.’

      ‘I’m not questioning her clinical skills. I’ve been impressed with the way she performs right from the start of the course and that’s been reinforced considerably since we were deployed to this incident. What I don’t know is how she’ll cope with searching for her own child.’ Tony’s rapid speech advertised the time pressure the men were under.

      ‘That’s what she’s effectively been doing since we started this shift. It hasn’t stopped her being able to treat a victim other than her son.’

      ‘But what if she finds him? Dead?’

      ‘Then she’ll probably go to pieces,’ Joe admitted. ‘We’ll get her out and I’ll carry on alone. And if he isn’t dead then maybe having Jess there will help. She’s the best person to know how to handle him.’

      ‘How much do you know about the boy?’

      Joe shook his head. ‘I don’t think Jess talks about him much.’ And Joe certainly hadn’t made any effort to find out. The fact that the child existed at all had been a disappointment. It had been enough to prevent what could have been a very pleasant interlude. The perfect kind of relationship—an association with an attractive woman and an easy way out after the few weeks of the course, when Jessica would have gone back to her home town.

      ‘He’s not normal, is he?’

      ‘I think he’s handicapped in some way,’ Joe confirmed.

      ‘Physically?’

      Joe shrugged. ‘I got the impression it’s more an intellectual disability. Or maybe a behavioural problem.’

      ‘So the kid’s a loose cannon in there.’ Tony sighed. ‘If he is alive and mobile he could be a danger to himself…and others.’

      ‘More than Jessica would be, that’s for sure.’

      ‘Do you think you can handle it?’ Tony wanted a decision made.

      Joe grinned. ‘Jessica—or the kid?’

      ‘Both, if necessary.’

      Joe’s smile faded as he remembered the desperate plea in Jessica’s dark eyes. The kind of plea that would make any man feel duty bound to render whatever assistance was humanly possible. His face was quite serious as he nodded at his squad leader.

      ‘I can deal with this, Tony. I want to deal with it.’

      Tony’s nod was brisk. ‘Let’s get on with it, then. We’ll get this team back inside and see what we can do.’

      Jessica walked a pace behind Joe as she followed her team.

      ‘We’ve been reassigned,’ Tony had informed them. ‘They’ve cleared a lot of rubble from part of Sector 5 and there’s now access to a previously inaccessible section that the engineers have just cleared as safe to search. Follow me.’

      Jessica followed, trying to focus clearly enough to remember the site map they had seen during their initial incident briefing. Which part of this sprawling, suburban shopping precinct had been designated Sector 5?

      ‘Can you remember the map, June?’ Jessica turned to an older woman walking alongside her. ‘Where’s Sector 5, exactly?’

      ‘I think it’s on the Sutherland Street side of the mall,’ June responded. ‘Or maybe Desmond Street.’

      Jessica nodded, a little grimly. Whichever street held the entrance, it was still well away from the area where her mother had been found. At least it was within the disaster scene, however, which was infinitely preferable to being kept out. The thought of having to simply sit and wait, with nothing to do but agonise over what might or might not be happening, had been unbearable. Besides, none of them knew what parts of the mall might still be relatively intact. Or how far a small and determined child might be able to travel…if he was uninjured.

      ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’

      Jessica simply nodded. She had never been more sure of anything in her life.

      ‘I’d feel just the same way.’ June reached out to pat Jessica’s shoulder in sympathy as she returned the nod with an encouraging smile. Well into her fifties, June had been the oldest member of Jessica’s USAR training class. She was as tough as they came, and had been involved with the Red Cross for more than thirty years. She had also raised four children of her own and was now counting grandchildren. She understood.

      The team walked briskly around the outskirts of a car park that had been cleared of private vehicles to create the operations base for every emergency service it had been possible to mobilise. It was an unprecedented scene for a New Zealand city and despite the fact that the alien light generated by powerful equipment had now been replaced by real daylight again, it still seemed as unreal as a movie set.

      How long had they been here? Jessica had lost all track of time. The massive explosion that had apparently been centred in the mall’s supermarket had occurred just after 3.30 p.m. on a Friday afternoon—just as Jessica and the other members of the USAR class had been finishing their three-week course and learning the results of the final exams on their new and specialised search and rescue skills. They had all assumed that the callout had been a hoax, a novel way to end a period of training that had brought together a diverse group of people and seen some close friendships develop.

      A Friday afternoon. At just the right time to catch the rush of after-school and end-of-week shoppers flocking to the popular shopping centre. Hundreds of people had been inside when the explosion, assumed to have been caused by a fault in the mains gas supply, had occurred. It was a disaster that was major on an international scale and the evidence was everywhere Jessica glanced as Tony led his team through the car СКАЧАТЬ