why your husband works himself into the ground, because there are so many sick people depending on him just
now. Believe me, we understand how it is for you, and weâll do everything we can for your comfort.â
âYou canât understand. It isnât happening to you! You donât have the pain and the terror!â
Alyson sat beside her and reached to take her in her arms, but the woman screamed and tore with her nails at the nurseâs face. She recoiled, feeling blood well out under one eye and roll down her cheek.
âRight,â said Dr Ashton crisply, entering on cue. âIt looks like a case for sectioning. Iâll get someone else along for the paperwork.â
It had been a bad day in her department. In clinic an outpatient had viciously attacked a nurse with a chair, so they were one staff member down and the patient, a fourteen-stone diabetic, had needed to be admitted until his medication was regulated. Now they would have to take on this virago with suicidal tendencies. Which put paid to her hopes of getting home in time to read Jeremy his bedtime story.
Sheâd be in shit to the nth. She should have known better than to promise theyâd finish the story together. Desmond would take on the reading and miss the whole point. Jeremy had identified heavily with Pirate Percy and would need the bloody ending skilfully edited. Why did the writers of childrenâs books have to work out their repressed aggression on young, impressionable minds? It was her fault for having chosen that story, but it had been a good romp up to that point.
While her mind churned over her own misfortunes she felt the patientâs forehead, took her pulse reading and decided that the temporary lull in violence was just the prelude to a second outburst. She would certainly resist an injection. Better give the sedative in something bland and syrupy. Slower, but safer.
âThere, my dear,â she said emolliently, âit only seems to help, getting het-up like that. But it changes nothing in the end except to give you a sore throat and use up your energy. Tell you what Iâll do. Nurse here shall arrange for a porter to swish you off to another ward where Iâm nearby, and we can give you our undivided attention.â
Codswallop, Alyson thought, gently dabbing at her cheek. Sheâll never get away with that. And as for undivided attention, thatâs exactly what weâre about in ITU.
But get away with it she did. Audrey appeared to hang on every word, her eyes fixed on the psychiatristâs own. She put out a pathetic little hand which Dr Ashton briefly squeezed then dropped like a hot potato. âBe seeing you,â she said breezily, and left.
At the door she grimaced at Alyson. âSorry about the implied slight. Iâm the greatest admirer of what you get up to in here. Give a mild sedative by mouth and Iâll send along a magic potion to cover the move. Then weâll see how she is after twelve hoursâ solid sleep.â
She tapped Alyson on the wrist and lowered her voice further. âWhen Keith drops by suggest he keeps on walking. I donât think we want sight of him to fire her up again just yet.â
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It was an hour and a half later that Dr Stanford appeared and he looked shattered. Alyson stopped him at the door. âKeith, whatâs happened?â
âIâve arranged to take indefinite sabbatical leave. Itâs deuced difficult because the practice is one down already with this flu outbreak. But anything else is unthinkable, the way things are.â
She nodded. âIâm sure youâre doing the right thing. If thereâs anything I can do to help â¦anything at all?â
He closed his eyes. âWhat a mad thing to ask. Of course there is.â He fell silent, then picked up in a more controlled voice. âWhen Audrey comes home thereâll be no room in my life for anything else, but until then I have
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