You, Me and a Family

Draining the mug Alex turned away from the window. Time to try for some more sleep. Jet lag, exhaustion from her hectic time in the States, the inability to relax while away from home. All reasons to explain why she ached with tiredness and her mind ran riot with yearnings for what seemed doomed forever. A family of her own to love and cherish.

Alexandra sighed through her throbbing headache as she dropped her handbag into the bottom drawer of her desk. Home, sweet home. Nelson Hospital Paediatric Department. The place she spent most of her life. Her stomach flip-flopped like a fish on dry sand. Nerves? Why? She was happy to be back. Wasn’t she? Yes, but what if there’d been too many changes on the ward in her absence? Which regular patients had got well and left? Had any of them passed away?

She shivered. What was wrong with her this morning? To be feeling out of sorts was not the best way to start back on the job.

She’d been determined not to think too much about this job while she’d studied with the best of paediatricians in California and Washington, or when she’d presented her paper to countless meetings and conventions. During that time she’d pretended she wasn’t worried about staffing levels and the ever increasing numbers of wee patients entering Nelson Hospital. Instead she’d tried to absorb all she could from her mentors and share her own experiences and knowledge. She’d been entertained, courted and tutored. And all she’d wanted to do was return here. Home. Where she felt safe.

She glanced around the familiar room at the paintings she’d bought at the annual summer art show in the Queen’s Gardens downtown. They looked tired. Like her. Dusty. Not like her. She smiled reluctantly. It was great to be back—dust, or no dust.

Then reality crashed in on her. Her desk should be littered with stacks of files, notes, memos and all the other detritus that accumulated on a daily basis. Instead there was one small, neat pile in the centre of her desk. The acting HOD from London must’ve decided to give her a break on her first day back, despite having warned her during their Skype interview he’d be a better doctor than pen-pusher. ‘Thanks, John. I owe you.’

Stepping closer she spied a note at the top of the pile and picked it up.

Miss Alexandra Prendergast. Welcome back. I’ve done the rosters for the next month, signed off the patient reports to date and answered all the mail apart from two letters regarding intern rotations you might like to deal with yourself. I hope you find everything in order.

The scrawled signature read something like Maria Forreel.

Who was Maria Forreel? And why was this woman working in her office? So much for thinking John had done all this. Forreel? What kind of name was that? Was it—? Her smile stretched into a grin. Seriously, was it for real? Alex peered closer. Forell? Forelli, that was it. Forelli. It made no difference. The name meant nothing to her.

Alex tugged the chair out from the desk and sank down on it. She had been excited about coming back and yet today felt like the first day at school—terrifying. Worse, she didn’t even know why. ‘Probably jet lag.’ How many things could she blame on that?

‘There you are. How was your trip? Did you do lots of shopping in all those swanky boutiques?’ The charge nurse on her ward stood in the doorway with a wide, welcoming smile on her dear face.

‘Kay, it’s great to see you.’ A welcome distraction. ‘And yes, I found time to add to my wardrobe. A lot.’

‘I’m so-o jealous.’ Kay gave the most unjealous grin possible.

Alex reached into the drawer where she’d placed her handbag and pulled out a small package. ‘I hope you like these.’

Kay gaped. ‘You bought me something? Oh, you big softy. What is it?’ The paper tore under her fingers. ‘Oh, my gosh. They’re beautiful.’ She held up the silver earrings, turning them left and right so the light gleamed off the polished metal. ‘I love them. Thank you so much. But you shouldn’t have.’

Alex laughed. ‘Of course I shouldn’t. You’ll have to work twice as hard now.’ Like Kay could do that. She was already the hardest working nurse Alex had ever come across. She added, ‘I’m glad you like them. When I saw them I immediately thought of you.’ She had little trinkets for the rest of the staff too.

Kay slipped the hooks into her ears. ‘Where’s a mirror?’ She took the one Alex handed her from the drawer. ‘Wow, they’re perfect.’

Alex rose, smoothed the skirt of her tailored suit and reached for her white coat hanging on the back of the door. ‘So how’s Darren? The kids?’

‘Busy as ever. Why didn’t I appreciate my single, peaceful life when I had it?’ Kay grinned again.

‘You wouldn’t swap a thing.’ Whereas I would swap my amazing medical career for exactly what Kay’s got. Alex gulped. Her fingers faltered on the buttons they were doing up. What? I’d love a Darren and some kids in my life? Okay, not exactly Darren but a loving, caring man who’d understand my eccentricities and forgive me my mistakes in a flash. I would? Since when? Under her ribs her heart beat a heavy rhythm. Her shoulders drooped momentarily. As if a man like that existed for her. Pressing her fingers to her temples she breathed in slowly. This day was going all weird on her and it was only seven in the morning. Things had better start looking up soon.

‘Alex? Are you all right?’ Kay was at her elbow, her brow creased with concern.

‘I’m fine.’ She dropped her hands.

‘Are you sure you should be starting back today? You only got back into the country yesterday, didn’t you?’

Kay’s concern would be her undoing if she let it. ‘I’m fine. Raring to go, in fact.’ Alex hauled her shoulders back into place and plastered a tight smile on her face, then reminded herself where she was. At work, in her comfort zone. She relaxed. A little. ‘I’m a bit tired, nothing else. Rushing from one city to the next took its toll.’

Kay gave an exaggerated eye roll. ‘My heart bleeds for you.’

Alex laughed, finally feeling secure with being back at work. Kay always kept her grounded when the going got rough, and today hadn’t even started. ‘I know I’m early but let’s get the shift under way. What’s been going on in my absence?’

Instantly Kay’s demeanour turned serious. She pointed to an envelope tucked half under the files lying on her desk. ‘There’s a message you need to deal with before anything else. I believe it explains everything.’ She headed for the door. ‘Umm, we’ve had some changes. Big ones.’ Suddenly Kay was in an awful hurry to be gone. ‘Good ones.’

Good changes? What was wrong with how things were before? She ran a well-organised and successful department. There wasn’t any need to alter a thing. Her unease increased as she reached tentatively for the missive. ‘Why? Has something happened?’

Beep, beep. The pager on her desk interrupted. Snatching it up she glanced at the message as she ran out of her office right behind Kay, who was racing for the ward. Then the loudspeaker crackled to life and told them what they needed to know. ‘Cardiac arrest, room four.’

‘Tommy Jenkins.’ Kay shoved the fire door back so hard it hit the wall. ‘It’s so unfair.’

Alex ducked around the door as it swung back, and kept running. ‘Who’s Tommy Jenkins? Fill me in. Quickly.’

‘He and his mother moved to Nelson to be closer to Tommy’s grandparents last month after his father died in a fishing accident. Tommy has cystic fibrosis and was admitted five days ago with a massive chest infection that’s not responding to any treatment.’

‘What an awful time to shift the boy.’

‘Tell me about it.’ Kay scowled. ‘He’s missing his mates, and isn’t happy about getting to know new medical staff.’

Room four was chaos. The boy lay with his head tipped back while a nurse, Rochelle, inflated his lungs with an Ambu bag. Jackson, an intern, crouched astride him, doing compressions on his chest.

‘Hand me the tube,’ a deep male voice Alex had never heard in her life ordered calmly. ‘Now, please.’

‘Here.’ Kay obliged in an instant.

Alex pushed in beside Rochelle, ready to take over. She needed to be in control of this situation. Staring at the stranger, who admittedly seemed to know what he was doing, she demanded, ‘Who, may I ask, are you?’ He certainly wasn’t the man she’d Skyped with about taking her place on the ward. This man she’d never forget. A strong jawline, a mouth that smiled as easily as breathing. Eyes that demanded attention.

‘Mario Forelli.’ He didn’t look up, didn’t falter in suctioning the boy’s mouth. ‘This lad’s arrested.’

Since it didn’t look like she’d be pushing this man out of the way any time soon and wanting something to do with her hands she reached for the drugs bag. ‘What are you doing here?’ Alex asked, feeling even more perplexed, while at the same time recognising the name on that note in her office. Not Maria, but Mario. Not a woman, but a well-muscled, broad-chested, dark-haired male.

‘Mr Forelli, as in paediatric specialist,’ Kay spoke from across the bed where she read the monitor keeping track of Tommy’s status.

‘Stop the compressions.’ The stranger spoke clearly but quietly as he deftly inserted a tube down the boy’s throat.

‘How long has Tommy been down?’ Alex asked while her brain tossed up distracting questions. Where had Mr Forelli come from? More importantly, what was he doing on her ward? And taking care of all her paperwork? Where was John Campbell? Big changes, Kay had said. Presumably this man was one of them. Alex forced herself to concentrate as she drew up the drugs in preparation to inserting them into Tommy’s intravenous line. Right now this lad depended on her being focused on him, nothing or anyone else.

This Forelli character had no qualms about taking command as he asked Jackson to move aside so he could resume the chest massage. His hands were ludicrously large against the boy’s thin, pale chest. He explained to the room in general, ‘I found Tommy lying half out of bed a few minutes ago.’

‘I’d popped out to get his meds only moments before.’ Guilt laced Rochelle’s voice as she glanced at Forelli, a disturbingly ingratiating look in her calf-like eyes.

‘You mustn’t blame yourself, Rochelle. No one could’ve predicted he’d go into cardiac arrest at that moment.’

Relief poured through the young nurse. ‘Thank you, Mario,’ she murmured.

Blimey. ‘Just as well you were here, Mr Forelli,’ Alex muttered, trying to ignore the flare of anger that there was a new doctor on her ward whom she knew nothing about. What was the point of being head of department if no one consulted her about something this important? Even if she hadn’t been here, someone could’ve mentioned it in one of the many emails she’d been sent throughout her trip, supposedly keeping her up to date with staff gossip and scandal. She’d have preferred knowing about Forelli’s arrival than Rochelle’s cousin’s car accident.

Forelli gave a quick flick of his dark head in her direction, a beautiful, winsome smile lightening a seriously good-looking face. ‘You must be the marvellous Miss Prendergast I’ve been hearing so much about.’ There’d been no change in the rhythm of the compressions. Very smooth.