broderie-anglaise top, so that it slid down the lightly tanned, silky smooth slope of her shoulder. ‘It’s what I’m paid to do, and the job is exactly what I thought it would be. I made it my business to get to know as much as I could about everyone beforehand so that I would have a good idea what I’m dealing with.’
‘Very commendable.’ Before she could remedy the offending strap, he reached out and hooked a finger beneath the cotton, carefully sliding it back into place. His touch trailed over her bare flesh like the slow lick of flame, causing an unexpected, feverish response to cascade through her, heating her blood and quickening her pulse. ‘There,’ he murmured. ‘You’re all neat and tidy once more.’
‘I … urn … have you … have you been to see every one of Ross’s films being made?’ she asked, disconcerted by his action and lifting a hand to push back the curls from her hot face. The movement lifted her brief top and exposed a small portion of her bare midriff, pale gold above the waistband of her dark jeans. His glance flicked downwards and lingered there for a while.
‘I … uh …’ He sounded distracted for a moment and then he cleared his throat. ‘Most of them. I like to keep up with what’s going on in the film world from time to time. Even though he’s my brother, I must say Ross’s work is good. He’s had some notable successes. He deserves them because he works hard and pays a lot of attention to detail.’
She nodded. ‘I’ve noticed that, too. He’s been worrying about this morning’s stunt, though. The timing has to be perfect. The stuntman has to jump from the bridge onto the moving lorry to escape from his pursuers, and he has to do it at exactly the right moment. They’ve even worked out how to make sure the lorry will be going at a certain speed when he jumps.’
He nodded. ‘I guess that’s what you might expect with these action adventure films. There always has to be something spectacular going on. After all, that’s what the audience pays to see.’
Ross gave the signal for the camera recording to begin, and they turned to watch the proceedings. Around them, the buzz of conversation came to a halt and everyone’s gaze was riveted to the scene about to take place. A lorry began to gradually pick up speed on the main road, which had been temporarily cleared of traffic while filming took place. The stuntman abandoned a wrecked car on the bridge and ran, chased determinedly by burly men who looked as though they meant business … nasty business. Coming to the concrete bulwark, he glanced around as though his character was trying to assimilate his options in double quick time.
With nowhere to go, and his pursuers gaining ground with every second that passed, he sprang up onto the guard-rail, remained poised for a moment, and then, as the men snapped at his heels, he leapt from the bridge.
The landing was perfect. He balanced, feet apart on top of the moving lorry, but a moment later a shocked gasp went up as the onlookers took in what happened next. Somehow Alex’s foot twisted beneath him and the momentum of the still moving lorry flipped him onto his back, causing him to topple to the ground.
Alyssa was already on the move as it was happening, grabbing her medical equipment and racing towards the road where Alex was lying on the grass verge, groaning in agony. Her heart began to pound against the wall of her chest. This was the last thing she had expected. They’d been working so hard to make sure that nothing could go wrong. She had even checked him over to make sure that he was in prime physical condition before he attempted the feat.
‘Alex, can you tell me where it hurts?’ She quickly knelt down beside him, looking at him in concern.
‘It’s my back,’ he said, his face contorted with pain. ‘I think I caught it on the side of the lorry as I went over. I thought I felt something crack.’
The thought of the damage that might have been done to his spine made her sick with fear. All those old feelings of dread that she’d experienced back in the UK came flooding back to her, but she knew she had to get a grip on her emotions for her patient’s sake. Small beads of perspiration broke out on her brow.
‘Okay,’ she said, disguising her inner fears with an air of confidence, ‘try not to worry. We’ll soon have you feeling more comfortable.’ She dialled emergency services, calling for an ambulance and warning them of a suspected spinal injury, and then she turned to Alex once more. ‘I just need to check you over to see what the damage is.’ All the colour had drained from his face, but at least he was still conscious and able to talk to her. That was perhaps a good sign, but she’d seen the way he’d fallen, and it didn’t bode well.
‘I can’t believe I … could have messed up like that,’ Alex said in a taut, strained voice. ‘I thought … I thought it was going to be okay …’ He broke off, and small beads of perspiration broke out on his brow.
‘Are you in a lot of pain?’ she asked. ‘On a scale of one to ten?’
‘Twelve,’ he said, squeezing his eyes closed and pushing the word out through his teeth.
‘All right.’ Her head was swimming—the shock of this awful event was beginning to crowd in on her, but she made a huge effort to cast her feelings to one side. ‘I’ll give you something to take that away, just as soon as I’ve done a preliminary examination. Try not to move. It’s very important that you stay still.’
She made a brief but thorough check of his injuries and noted his blood pressure and pulse, before injecting him with a painkiller. ‘I need to put a collar around your neck to immobilise it and make sure there’ll be no further damage.’
Alex didn’t answer her. His strength seemed to be ebbing away, and she realised that he might be slipping into neurogenic shock through a combination of pressure on the spinal cord and possible internal bleeding. A wave of panic swept through her. It was down to her to get him through this. What if she couldn’t do it?
‘Would you like some help?’ Connor came over to her, and she guessed he’d been standing by, waiting to see if he was needed.
‘Yes, that would be great, thanks.’ Alyssa sent him a fleeting glance. His expression was serious, but he was calm, and his long, lean body was poised and ready for action. If only she could experience some of that inner composure. She said quietly, ‘His blood pressure and pulse are both dropping rapidly, so I’m going to try to stabilise him with intravenous fluids.’
It was a very disturbing situation. When she tested his reflexes, Alex wasn’t aware of any sensation in his legs and that was tremendously worrying, because it meant the eventual outcome could be disastrous. It was possible the damage was so great that Alex might never walk again.
She dashed those thoughts from her mind and breathed deeply to try to overcome the chaotic beat of her heart, concentrating on doing what she could for her patient. It was down to her to bring about the best outcome possible for him and the responsibility weighed heavily on her. ‘I want to get a rigid collar around his neck … that’s all important … and we must give him oxygen.’
He nodded. ‘I’ll do that for you.’ He knelt down and supported Alex’s neck while Alyssa carefully fixed the protective collar in place. Then he placed the oxygen mask over their patient’s nose and mouth and started to squeeze the oxygen bag rhythmically. All the time, Alyssa was aware that Alex was slipping into unconsciousness.
She sucked in her breath. ‘His heart rate is way too low. I’m going to give him atropine and have the defibrillator standing by, just in case.’ Simply, if the heart didn’t pump blood around his body effectively, her patient would die, but the atropine should help to increase the heart rate.
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