boy understand? With his disability, it was possible that the boy had had quite a lot of experience of hospitals. Maybe enough to know that some people who went into one never came out again?
‘Mummy’s going to be fine,’ he added firmly. ‘This is just another part of your adventure, OK?’
That earned him a suspicious stare and the reminder that Mickey had already declared his dislike of Tom. Still, the child made no protest as Josh strapped him into the seat. The extra passenger made it more awkward to work around Emma but it was a short trip of less than thirty minutes and Emma remained stable.
Better than stable, in fact. With at least the external bleeding controlled and rapid infusion of fluids, Emma’s level of consciousness improved steadily. By the time she was lifted from the stretcher to the bed in the resuscitation area of the emergency department under the watchful gaze of the assembled trauma team, Emma was awake.
‘Mickey,’ she said anxiously. ‘Where’s my son?’
‘He’s being taken care of.’ The doctor in charge of Emma’s airway leaned over her reassuringly. ‘Don’t worry. We need to focus on you for a little while.’
There had been no chance to complete any of the paperwork a job like this generated but, having given all the information he could during the patient handover, Tom was only to happy to use the task as an excuse to stay in Resus, taking over an out-of-the-way corner of a bench.
He had to move a couple of times, to go behind the reinforced glass as X-rays were taken. He was still there when the ultrasound technician arrived with the equipment needed to examine Emma’s abdomen.
Josh appeared right behind the bulky machine.
‘I’ve got a date tonight, mate. If I’m late again, I’m going to be in big trouble. You’re finishing the paperwork, aren’t you?’
‘Yeah. I just wanted to find out what the verdict is on Emma’s leg. There’s a surgical consult that should-n’t be too far away.’
‘That’ll take hours. You know what it’s like around here. They haven’t even started that ultrasound.’ Josh gave Tom a curious glance. ‘If you’re that keen on following up, why don’t you drop back in on your way home? After we’ve signed off.’
Tom could understand his partner’s eagerness. They were at the end of four days of active duty and about to start their four days off. He was looking forward to the time off himself but he hadn’t had a chance to talk to Emma again yet because of the level of activity around her bed. And he hadn’t even been to check up on how young Mickey was doing.
Neither reason was any excuse to stay in the emergency department, of course, and if they’d been scrambled for another callout Tom would have gone instantly, without a backward glance.
Well, maybe he would have looked over his shoulder but that was perfectly understandable, wasn’t it? This rescue had been a major incident. The thought of what could have happened if they’d failed could well come back to haunt him. It was no wonder Tom felt he needed a little more closure than normal.
His partner’s curious glance had been slightly disturbing, however. Was Tom already involved on an emotional level? Emma was certainly a very attractive young woman and she had certainly impressed Tom with her courage but it wasn’t as though he had any intention of getting more involved with a patient. She had a kid, for goodness’ sake, and Tom found them an alien species as far as his social life was concerned. Not only that, she had come to New Zealand to find the kid’s father and that hesitation she’d displayed in answering questions about friendship made Tom think that there was a lot more going on than Emma was revealing.
She must have ended the relationship if the guy still didn’t know he had a son but it was pretty obvious things were far from over on Emma’s side. Why else would she have come halfway across the world?
Tom shrugged off his reluctance to leave. He picked up the folder of paperwork and nodded at Josh.
‘You’re absolutely right, mate. It’s time to go home.’
‘You came back.’
‘It was kind of on my way home and I wanted to see how you were doing.’
‘Much better.’ It wasn’t hard to find a smile for Tom but Emma felt strangely shy. He looked very different without his uniform and helmet. Had she really registered what he’d looked like at all in the crisis during which they’d met? It was his voice she had recognised just now when she’d overheard him asking a nurse where she was.
Emma would remember that voice and its capacity to sound reassuring for the rest of her life. She would also remember the wonderful strength of his arms but everything else was a haze. Emma couldn’t remember anything after the point they’d escaped the van. She’d looked for Tom when she had woken up enough in the emergency department only to be told that he’d gone and that he’d finished his shift so was unlikely to be back in the department that day. There’d been too much else going on to register disappointment but the pleasure Emma felt now on seeing him come through the curtain of the private area she was now occupying was well up the positive emotional scale.
‘Anything still hurting?’
‘Not really. Morphine’s great stuff, isn’t it?’
‘What did they find on ultrasound?’
‘My spleen’s been bleeding a bit but it’s not damaged enough to need removing. They reckon it’s stopped bleeding now but they want to keep an eye on it for a day or two.’
‘And your leg?’
‘That’s a bit more of a mess. I have to go to Theatre to have it cleaned out properly and stitched.’
‘But nothing’s broken?’
‘No.’
‘That’s great. You should be up and around in no time.’
‘I can’t believe I’m going to be up and around at all.’ Emma took a deep breath that escaped in a rather shaky sigh. ‘You saved my life, Tom. I don’t know how to say thanks.’
‘You don’t have to.’
‘All in the line of duty, huh?’ Emma caught Tom’s gaze and could see perfectly well that her rescue had been something completely out of any normal line of duty. She could also see that he knew she knew that.
For a moment, the atmosphere was heavy as they held the eye contact and acknowledged the significance of what Tom had done.
Emma wasn’t sure who smiled first. Maybe her, to try and show Tom how enormously grateful she was.
Or maybe it was Tom. Why would he have come back to the hospital to see her if he didn’t want to revel in the satisfaction of an unusually successful mission?
But why did it feel like there was a rather different message being passed with that shared smile?
Emma dropped her gaze, suddenly embarrassed. She was feeling grateful, not attracted to the man, for heaven’s sake! Never mind that she could still instantly summon the sensation of being held in his arms. He’d been rescuing her, not dancing with her!
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