Ny Doc Under The Northern Lights. Amy Ruttan

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      Axel stepped inside an on-call room that was empty and took a couple of deep calming breaths as the post-traumatic stress disorder began to take control of him.

       You can control this wave.

      The therapist working with him on his PTSD had taught him the deep-breathing technique. He kept his eyes closed and kept breathing in and out, trying to drown out the sounds of the helicopter crashing into the water, of Calder’s last words or the howling of the stormy seas.

      Instead he saw Betty’s face in his mind’s eye. That saucy, feisty pixie-like face. It startled him to see her there.

      He scrubbed a hand over his head. Angry that he saw Betty’s face in his mind, mixed in with his torment.

      He already knew that he had to be careful when it came to dealing with Betty Jacinth. This only reinforced his conviction to keep things strictly professional between them.

      His phone buzzed and he frowned when he saw that it was Eira and that Eira was headed to the emergency room.

       What in the world?

      Axel pocketed his phone and rolled his shoulders, making sure that he had regained his composure before leaving the on-call room.

      Axel headed to the emergency room, hoping his father hadn’t gotten word that Eira was in the hospital. No doubt Axel would be blamed for whatever had gone wrong.

      He was always the one to be blamed.

      It was always his fault, because Axel wasn’t Calder.

      “Where is my niece?” Axel asked the head triage nurse.

      “She’s in pod four with Dr. Jacinth. Bed three.”

      “Thank you.” Axel headed over to pod four, which contained six beds. Bed three had the curtains drawn and he could see Betty’s shoes under the curtain.

      He hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Is it okay if I come in?”

      Betty peeked through the curtain. “Dr. Sturlusson, can I help you?”

      “Your patient is my niece. I’m her guardian.”

      Betty’s eyes widened.

      “Is that my uncle?” Eira’s sweet voice came from inside the curtained bed in almost perfect English.

      “Yes, if Dr. Sturlusson is your uncle,” Betty answered Eira.

      “Yes. Or it could be my grandfather.”

      “No, I don’t think it’s your grandfather,” Betty teased as she stepped to the side to let him by.

      Eira looked so small against the bed. Her arm was wrapped up and he could see blood on her shirt and seeping through the wrapping.

      “What happened?” he asked, instantly feeling guilty that he hadn’t been there for her.

      He was never going to get the hang of balancing working and being a guardian to a teenage girl.

      How had his brother ever managed?

      “I slipped in a puddle of water in the bathroom at school.”

      Axel gently pulled away the gauze and could see the angry, ragged wound on her arm. It didn’t look as if she’d just fallen on the floor. It looked as if she’d hit something metal and sharp.

      “I’ll help you. It’ll be okay.”

      “Uh, I don’t think so,” Betty said, stepping in. “You’re her family. You can hold her hand, but I’m the doctor here.”

      Axel wanted to argue with Betty, but she was right in this case and he didn’t want to upset Eira.

      Axel stepped away and then took a seat on the opposite side of the bed.

      Eira looked uncomfortable. As if she didn’t want him to be here.

      “Uncle, if it’s all the same to you I would like to talk to Dr. Jacinth, privately.” A pink blush crept up her cheeks and Eira couldn’t even look him in the eye.

      “Okay. I will just be outside the pod doing some charting. If you need me I can be back here right away.”

      Eira nodded and he left.

      Betty closed the curtain and his stomach sank.

      Eira and he used to be close, back when he was fun Uncle Axel and not her parental figure.

      Just another way his life had changed since the accident.

      He missed the way it used to be.

      * * *

      Betty could tell that Axel was sad that he was asked to leave but she could tell that Eira was uncomfortable. She couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the girl’s parents. Axel hadn’t even mentioned that he had a niece, but then again Axel wasn’t terribly forthcoming about anything except for the fact he disapproved of her winter footwear and didn’t think that she was capable of walking anywhere safely.

      “So, what did you need to speak to me about? Or was that just a ruse to get rid of your uncle?” she asked as she pulled a chair over and began to gently clean the wound.

      Eira winced. “Well, a bit of both, I suppose.”

      “Well, you can talk to me. There is a doctor-patient confidentiality that I can’t violate.”

      Eira sighed. “I didn’t slip. I fainted.”

      “Fainted?”

      Eira nodded. “I started...there was...blood.” A blush crept up the girl’s neck and bloomed in her cheeks. Betty completely understood.

      “How old are you, Eira?”

      “Fourteen, but I will be fifteen soon. I know it’s late for... I’m the last of my friends to get it.”

      “It’s not late. If you were over sixteen and hadn’t had the onset of menarche I’d be worried then. I was fourteen too when it happened for me.”

      “You were?” Eira seemed relieved. “My mom died when I was little so there’s no one to talk to about these things.”

      “I get it. Your uncle or your grandfather aren’t exactly people you feel comfortable talking with about it.”

      “Right.” Eira blushed.

      “I understand completely.”

      “You do?”

      Betty nodded as she continued her work on Eira’s arm, cleaning the wound. When she’d fainted, Eira had cut her arm on a metal grate, so it needed a few stitches. A resident or an ER doctor could handle this, but it was slow and they weren’t СКАЧАТЬ