Finding His Wife, Finding A Son. Marion Lennox

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a step back. Blake had obviously forewarned the admission staff and Luc was greeted with something other than professional efficiency. These people were his friends. A barrage of questions was about to descend on him, but not now. He handed over notes and suddenly he was being treated as a relative. Paediatric staff took over the sleeping Toby’s care. The orthopaedic team moved in and Beth was wheeled away to Theatre.

      She’d been lucky, Luc thought. Or sort of lucky. Most of the crises his team attended didn’t have the luxury of an onsite hospital, but Beth had had excellent treatment before transfer. Blake had been able to stabilise pressure, and she was now in the care of one of the best medical teams in Australia.

      Bondi Bayside Hospital. The specialists here were world class.

      But for now Luc wasn’t one of them. Not that he was one of the permanent staff anyway. His role was that of emergency consultant, but he worked here only between medical crises outside the hospital. He couldn’t imagine working in the same place day after day. Standing still. Ceasing to need the adrenaline of rescue.

      Putting the past behind him.

      The past was with him now. He stood in the admissions centre and stared out into the night. They’d been lucky to land when they had. The break in the rolling storms was over. Rain was battering the wide glass windows in the entrance foyer.

      Midnight. The place was almost deserted. Ghost-like.

      It was at times like this that the ghost of his past reappeared.

      Ellen. Seven years old. Bright, bubbly, joyous. Naughty.

      ‘Take your cousin to the playground, Luc.’ Those words were still seared into his head. He’d been nine years old. His mother and his aunt had been having a beer or three with lunch, and Ellen’s chatter had been interfering with their gossip. ‘And take care of her. You know she’s a bit silly. You’re responsible.’

      So off they’d gone, the half a block to the playground.

      Luc’s best friend, Nick, had been there with his mum. Nick’s mum had been immersed in a book, happily reading. He remembered feeling pleased to see her.

      He remembered feeling safe. It was a feeling he didn’t have all that often with his mum. Or his aunt. But Nick’s mum was okay.

      So Ellen had raced for the swing, while Luc and Nick had headed for the see-saw, seeing who could bang the other hardest against the ground as they rose and fell.

      He could still see Nick’s face laughing up at him.

      Then, out of the edge of his eye, he’d seen the swing, suddenly empty, swinging wildly as Ellen jumped off. Then kids on the other side of the road. With a puppy...

      ‘Hey!’ Ellen’s childish yell was seared into his memory. ‘Candy, wait, it’s me, Ellen. Is that your new puppy?’

      He didn’t have time to react. No one did. Ellen was already halfway across the road.

      The car had nowhere to go.

      And afterwards... The nightmare of adults, screaming, sobbing. ‘Who’s supposed to be caring for her? Of all the stupid, criminal...’

      Nick’s mother. ‘She’s not mine. I didn’t even see...’

      Then his mother and aunt, haggard, hysterical, dragged from their beer and pleasure to confront a nightmare. His aunt. ‘We told you to take care of her, you stupid, stupid boy.’

      His own mother. ‘It’s my fault, Lucy. I thought he was responsible. I thought I could depend on him.’

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