Er Doc's Forever Gift. Sue MacKay

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СКАЧАТЬ this overreaction to her? She was a challenge? It couldn’t be that he wanted to get to know her better, except maybe physically, and by the steely glint in those eyes that wasn’t happening.

      ‘Can I have the notes?’ A hand with rose-pink, perfectly manicured nails highlighting long, slim fingers waved in front of him.

      Harry shook his head to rid the thoughts his overheated brain conjured up of those nails tripping over his hot skin. This was his unfriendly neighbour. Doc Frosty would never be interested in running her fingers anywhere near him. Not unless she was going to use them to impale him for not turning down the music the moment she’d requested he do so. The following morning she’d barely managed a nod in his direction as she’d left for work when he’d gone out to the four-wheel-drive that came with the apartment.

      ‘Excuse me, the notes?’

      Focus, man. Passing over the required information, he explained, ‘The school first-aid officer managed to get Felicity to bring up a lot of water before we arrived, but she’s still coughing up fluid intermittently.’ A lot of that had to do with the mucus clogging her lungs, but still there was danger in residual salt water wreaking havoc with her breathing.

      ‘I’m glad the first-aid officer knew what to do.’ The frost melted a little as she studied Felicity.

      ‘I agree.’ Harry nodded before filling Sienna in on more details. Then he crossed to Felicity. ‘You take care, now; get back on your feet quick smart. Don’t let Tony Wilcox win this one.’ He got a watery smile in return.

      ‘Who’s Tony Wilcox?’ Doc Frosty asked from right beside him in a not so chilly tone.

      ‘The guy who caused Felicity to have her head under water too long.’

      ‘He didn’t mean it,’ their patient interjected, with a red flush going on in her cheeks.

      So that was how this went. Young Felicity was keen on Tony and didn’t want to show it. ‘I’m sure he didn’t.’ Harry grinned, then turned to Sienna, his mouth still curved upward. ‘Might see you later, Doctor.’

       As in, I could drop in to your place with a bottle of wine.

      And probably get thrown out on his butt, because that had to be the dumbest idea he’d had in a long time.

      Once again he didn’t get any acknowledgement from Sienna as she headed into the lift, all her attention on their patient. He couldn’t fault her for that. Felicity came first, but it irked that she hadn’t taken a few seconds to give him a nod. Yet the woman had apologised to her young patient for her trip going horribly wrong. The doc did have a heart. She might keep it buried deep, but he certainly couldn’t fault her for that. He did the same. It saved getting too involved and then having to bail when things got too intense. But still, he wouldn’t have minded a smile: a warm, tender one like the smile she had for her patient.

      * * *

      Sienna held her breath until the door to the lift closed off the view of her neighbour. Her very sexy neighbour. It didn’t make sense. Harry wore red one-size-fits-most overalls and he looked hot beyond belief. There again, she’d been out of the dating circuit for years so could be that a four-foot-nothing, overweight goat would look sexy in the right circumstances.

      A hand was tugging at her sleeve. Drawing in air and shutting out Harry, she turned to her patient. ‘Hey, Fliss, I hear you took seawater on board. That won’t make your lungs happy.’

      The face mask was snatched away and words spewed out. ‘It’s not fair. I worked so hard to go on the trip. It’s the first time Mum’s let me go away without her and now I’ll be a prisoner in my own home again.’

      ‘Put this back on.’ As the lift jerked downward Sienna slipped the mask over Felicity’s face.

      It was promptly torn off. ‘Why bother? I don’t have a life anyway. Not one I like.’ Tears were tracking down her sallow cheeks as she gasped in tight lungfuls of air. Short, sharp gasps that wouldn’t give her anywhere near enough oxygen. ‘What happens if I don’t get home for Christmas, huh?’

      To run with the physical problem, or the real issue behind this? Like other children with cystic fibrosis, Felicity had missed out on a lot over the years. ‘Your mum only wants what’s best for you.’ Sienna drew a breath. Yvonne Little also had a son with the same condition and was raising the children on her own, her husband having thrown in the towel saying he couldn’t cope. As if Yvonne cruised through everything. ‘I know you want more than anything to be doing what your friends are, but we both understand that’s not always possible.’

      ‘Doesn’t mean I have to like it.’

      ‘No, it doesn’t. As for Christmas, you’ll be home well before then.’ Fliss could also be back in here with yet another of the massive chest infections she was prone to, but Sienna wasn’t bringing up that subject. The girl knew it as well as she did.

      ‘My grandparents are coming in two weeks. I don’t want to be in here then.’

      This discussion could go round and round endlessly. Sienna gave her a smile. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, and start monitoring your obs. If everything’s all right, you should be able to go home tomorrow.’ She’d been about to say ‘go back to Great Barrier Island’ but realised in the nick of time it wasn’t her place, that Yvonne didn’t need her adding to her problems.

      ‘Whatever.’ Felicity tugged the mask back over her face, closed her eyes and turned her shoulder towards Sienna.

      Sienna made a mental note to talk to the children’s clinical psychologist before leaving at the end of the day. Felicity needed help beyond her scope.

      Early that afternoon Sienna hung seven-year-old Andrew Dixon’s file on the hook at the end of his bed and turned to his parents. ‘Andrew’s responded well to his surgery. His bloods are back to normal, indicating there’s no more infection.’ The burst appendix had temporarily knocked the boy for six. ‘As for his appetite, it’s coming on in leaps and bounds.’

      ‘When can we take him home?’ asked his exhausted father.

      Sienna smiled. ‘Tomorrow morning after I’ve checked to make sure everything’s still going how it should.’ She loved giving out the good news.

      Andrew’s mother was on the verge of tears. ‘Thank you so much for everything you’ve done. I hate to think what would’ve happened if we hadn’t got him here in time.’

      ‘Don’t torture yourself with that. You did get him here, and soon he’ll be creating mayhem at home and you’ll be trying to shush him up.’

      ‘Thank goodness for the rescue helicopter. The pilot’s great and the doctor awesome. He was so calm even when it was so serious.’

      Sienna’s heart leapt. ‘Who was your doctor?’

      ‘Harry someone. I’m going to write to the head of the rescue base saying how good he was.’

      ‘That’s always a nice thing to do.’ Harry won people over so easily, no doubt his charm and smile coming into play. He hadn’t won her over. No, but she’d hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him all week. Sienna studied these two in front of her. ‘Andrew’s going to sleep for a while. Why don’t you take a break?’ They’d СКАЧАТЬ