Accidental Reunion. Carol Marinelli

she needed his support here.

      Her personal feelings, her innermost thoughts, didn’t apply—at least, she tried not to let them.

      ‘Can I see the casualty card?’

      Jez handed it over, watching as Declan flicked through the notes.

      ‘You’re a braver man than me!’ Declan looked up. ‘I personally wouldn’t like to stand up in court and explain my findings based on these notes.’

      ‘He has superficial wounds,’ Jez insisted, though rather less forcibly. Declan was, after all, far more senior than him.

      ‘Appears to have,’ Declan said, his face suddenly serious. ‘As Lila pointed out, until the wounds are thoroughly explored by a senior doctor they cannot be called superficial. Now, I suggest you get your registrar down here, and if he doesn’t want to take the patient to Theatre I’ll repeat my argument to him. And one other thing,’ he said as he handed back the casualty card to a fuming Jez, ‘I’d try listening to the nursing staff a bit more if I were you. They can make your life one hell of a lot easier.’

      As Jez flounced off to the telephone Lila realised a thank-you might be in order. But that didn’t stop it sticking in her throat. ‘Thanks for that.’

      ‘No worries. I meant what I said. The last thing a doctor needs is the emergency nurses offside, particularly the night team. If Jez doesn’t realise that then it’s time he learnt. Now, if there are any problems with the reg, be sure and let me know. How are Terry’s obs?’

      ‘Stable.’

      ‘Good.’

      She knew she should go now—after all there were a hundred and one things that needed to be done—but for some reason Lila found her legs wouldn’t move.

      ‘I’ve just seen a Vera Hamilton. From the pile of notes outside her cubicle I assume she’s a regular?’

      Lila nodded. ‘We all know Vera. What’s wrong tonight? Her leg ulcer?’

      ‘So she says. Frankly, I can’t see much to write home about.’

      Lila laughed. ‘Vera’s a manic depressive. She works her way back to us about once a month under various guises, and her ‘‘leg ulcer’’ is the most common excuse.’

      ‘She just needs a dry dressing. I offered to do it, but she said you normally took care of her.’

      ‘No worries. I’ll get around to her when I can.’

      The conversation was over, or at least it should have been, but he still stood there.

      And to her utter surprise it was she herself who resurrected it. ‘Do you fancy a curry?’

      ‘Lila!’ Declan’s face broke into a grin. ‘I’ll have to defend you more often. A couple of hours ago you wouldn’t even consider a drink, now you’re asking me out for dinner.’

      ‘In your dreams.’ Lila grinned. ‘The staff have a whip-round about now and ring for a take-away. Tonight is curry night.’ She couldn’t be certain, but she was almost sure a hint of a blush crept over his face as he reached for his wallet.

      ‘How much?’

      ‘That should do it.’ Cheekily she grabbed a ten-dollar note from his hands. ‘And we don’t complicate things by taking individual orders. ‘Chicken Jalfrezi with saffron rice and Kashmiri naan are the go tonight.’

      ‘Sounds great. When do we get to eat?’

      ‘When you get rid of all the patients.’

      * * *

      Whether the delicious fragrance of curry proved an incentive, or whether it was merely the fact that Declan was a good worker, by three a.m. most of the patients had been moved up to the wards or stitched and sent home. A couple of patients remained, awaiting X-rays and bloods, and two or three of the city’s homeless slept soundly on trolleys.

      ‘I don’t know what it is about you,’ Sue said, laughing as she tucked a blanket around Henry, one of their regular tramps, ‘but all the down-and-outs seem to congregate here the nights you’re on. Could it have something to do with the breakfast you order them from the kitchen?’

      Lila shrugged. ‘They don’t do any harm. I mean, they’re happy to wait in the waiting room until the place is quieter, and they all have ulcers and the like that do need to be treated. A few hours’ sleep on a warm trolley and breakfast is hardly a big deal.’

      ‘It would be if the Horse found out.’

      ‘I’ll deal with that when it happens. Come on, Sue, I’m starving.’

      The curry was set up in the small relatives’ room at the entrance to the department. The position was ideal for confused and anxious relatives while their loved one was whizzed on to Resus. During quiet times it served also as an extra staffroom for the night crew. From here they had a full view of any new patients, could hear the tyre screeches of a car pulling up, and if the need arose any curries or pizzas were cleared away more hastily than if one’s mother-in-law had just descended for a surprise visit.

      Peeling the cardboard lids off the foil containers, Lila managed a grimace at the rather unkempt plates.

      ‘Get your hands off me, you horrible man!’ Vera’s far from dulcet tones carried the length and breadth of the department.

      ‘I think Declan just tried to dress Vera’s ulcer.’ Lila laughed.

      ‘You never let him go without warning him about Vera?’ Sue choked. ‘The poor guy! What did he ever do to you?’

      Spooning the rice onto plates, Lila kept her face hidden from Sue’s scrutiny.

      ‘He did plenty,’ Lila muttered, more to herself than to Sue. ‘He did plenty.’

      ‘She loves me really.’ Declan’s face appeared round the door and Lila flushed unbecomingly. How much had he heard?

      She stopped furiously spooning curry as she realised one plate was receiving rather more than its fair share of chicken Jalfrezi.

      ‘The only person Vera loves is Lila,’ Sue said matter-of-factly, and with relief Lila realised Declan’s comments had been purely about the patient.

      ‘I told you I’d get round to her,’ Lila said tartly, handing Declan an overloaded plate.

      ‘Four hours ago,’ he said pointedly. ‘Look, I know you’ve been busy, and that her leg ulcer’s not serious, but it just seemed a shame that she was still waiting. I was only trying to help.’

      ‘Vera’s happy to wait,’ she explained with a cheeky grin. ‘More than happy. Normally I get around to her about six a.m.—about the time early breakfasts are served. The last thing she wants is to be seen and discharged.’

      ‘Why didn’t you tell me that?’ He gave a wry laugh. ‘But then that would have spoiled your fun, wouldn’t it?’

      Lila scuffed at the floor with her foot. Hell, it had only been a bit of fun—so why was she suddenly feeling so guilty?

      ‘New boy’s tease,’ she said finally, knowing how hollow her words sounded.

      Picking up his supper, he gave her a bemused look. ‘Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the cabaret.’

      * * *

      ‘That,’ said Declan scraping his plate, ‘would have to be the best curry I’ve had in years. Is it always as busy as this here?’

      ‘Always,’ Lila said truthfully. ‘You wait for the weekend. Where were you working before?’

      ‘In a lovely county hospital in bonny Scotland. Mind you, I was in London before then—and that was an eye-opener, I can assure you.’

      Lila deliberately didn’t look impressed. ‘I remember visiting an emergency room in New