concentrate on supporting his breathing. We’ll keep him in our observation ward for the next twenty-four hours, and then we’ll most likely have to move him to the paediatric ward for a few days. The nurse will explain everything to you and make arrangements for you to stay with him if that’s what you want to do.’
‘Yes, I do. Thank you.’ The young woman leaned over and stroked her child’s hand, offering him comfort, but the boy was too ill to respond. He just lay there, unmoving, strands of his hair curling damply over his forehead.
‘Here, take a seat,’ the nurse said, pulling a chair to one side of the bed. Michelle was a capable girl, slender and pretty, with dark hair that fell in a sleek bob to the nape of her neck. ‘I’m sure he knows that you’re here with him, and that will help to ease his distress.’
Ruby knew that she was leaving the mother and child in good hands. She wrote up the boy’s chart, detailing the medication to be given, and then arranged for the nasal swab to be sent to the lab. ‘I’ll look in on Charlie again soon,’ she told the mother, knowing that the nurse would let her know if any problem came up in the meantime.
‘So there you are,’ Sam greeted her as she walked back into the main area of A&E. ‘I’m afraid we have to prepare for another intake of crash victims. There are expected to be around ten of them, according to the paramedics at the scene. The first will be arriving in about fifteen minutes, they say.’ He shook his head. ‘I can’t imagine what’s happening out there on the roads today.’
‘People are travelling to the coast for holidays, or driving back home,’ she guessed. ‘I suppose that means there’s a lot more traffic out there.’
‘Maybe.’ He paused. ‘Before we get ourselves immersed in the chaos of dealing with the intake and I lose sight of you again for the next hour or so, I wanted to ask if you know anything about what the situation is here with the domestic staff. We don’t seem to have a proper clean-up crew—to attend to mishaps and the like in the waiting room. There just seems to be a couple of ward assistants who bring round the coffee, or tend to the book trolley, and descend on the unit if and when they’re called for. I’ve been asking various people, but no one seems to want to give me a proper answer.’
‘Hmm.’ Her brow knotted. ‘I believe you’re talking about Dolly and Mabel. Don’t you go upsetting either of them. They’re our in-house treasures. We rely on them for all sorts of odd jobs, and I don’t think people would take kindly to you striking them off the staff list.’
‘No, probably not.’ He studied her thoughtfully. ‘You’re frowning,’ he said. ‘I have the strong feeling that it’s because of me, or something I’ve said. I’ve been getting a lot of that today. Would you care to enlighten me?’
‘Well, I know the situation here is serious,’ she murmured. ‘Times are hard, and we all have to pull together to get the job done and all that…but I think you really need to try and loosen up a bit.’ She hesitated, not wanting to go too far. He was the one in charge, after all.
‘I do?’
She shrugged her shoulders, giving in to his gentle prompting. What would it matter if she were the one to tell him a few home truths? No one else would consider doing it. ‘Quite definitely. We really shouldn’t lose sight of the human touch, you know. We aren’t in the boardroom now, and even the most difficult of tasks can be made sweeter with a modicum of pleasantry.’
He raised a dark brow. ‘You’re saying you think I’m too abrupt?’
She made a vacillating kind of movement, as though she was weighing things in the balance. ‘I’m afraid you run the risk of alienating the people you depend on,’ she said.
He made a face. ‘I dare say you’re the one to put me right on that score. From what I’ve gathered this morning, I’m sure you’ll be well able to assist me in pulling things into shape. You’re the one topic people are prepared to talk about. I’ve been hearing nothing but glowing accounts of your capabilities in this department.’
‘I’m sorry about that,’ she said with a laugh. ‘You sound as though it’s beginning to grate on your nerves.’
‘Not at all. It’s good to know that we have such a diamond in our midst. I’ll be glad of all the help I can get.’
‘We’ve always been a happy crowd here at Ashvale A&E.’ She didn’t add, before he came along, but he probably caught her meaning.
‘I guess I’ve a lot to learn.’ It didn’t seem to bother him, though. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. ‘Anyway, back to the immediate problem. I’ve asked Michelle to do triage, the senior house officers will take the urgent cases, and you and I will deal with the most seriously injured. It means we’ll be running at full tilt with a minimum of staff.’
He checked the whiteboard, assessing the number of patients still in attendance and needing to be seen. ‘I’ll have a word with the nursing sister on duty and see if we can have some of her specialists attend to the less serious cases in the waiting room. That should clear the backlog.’
He glanced at her as though looking for confirmation, and she raised a brow. ‘Are you asking if I agree? I told you, if you were trying to save money, I think you should have looked to cutting down on the maintenance contracts before you went ahead and dispensed with nursing services. We don’t need to have the light bulbs checked once a month, or have laundry sent to an outside company when we have perfectly adequate facilities on the premises. Nor do we need to order paper plates on a regular basis when we have dishwashers and crockery on site.’
His mouth made a crooked shape. ‘I wasn’t looking for a debate on the whys and wherefores. A simple “yes, that sounds about right” would have done.’ His eyes took on a glimmer of amusement. ‘I was attempting to keep you in the loop, so to speak, since it’s fairly obvious you’re the lynchpin around here. Is there anything else you think we need to have in place?’
She thought about it. ‘Yes,’ she murmured after a second or two. ‘We need doughnuts.’
‘I beg your pardon?’ He looked at her as though for a moment she’d lost the plot.
‘You won’t get by without them,’ she said on a firm note. ‘If you expect your staff to work through their lunch breaks and keep going without flagging, you’ll have to do something to boost their energy as well as their morale.’ She gave him a bright smile. ‘I’ve always found that doughnuts hit the spot. Mark my words. A little bit of sugar goes a long way.’
‘I’ll try to remember that,’ he said. He threw her a teasing look as his gaze wandered over her softly feminine curves. ‘You’re not on any kind of diet, are you? So if I were to feed you sugary sweet doughy treats, would that help to bring you on side? I could rely on you to be my right-hand woman?’
She sent him a direct grey glance. ‘I certainly won’t say no to the food…but as for any other outlandish expectations you might be harbouring, I wouldn’t push your luck, if I were you. I’m only ever on the side that looks to be about right.’
He tilted his head back in a resigned gesture. ‘I might have known,’ he murmured. His mouth curved. ‘Still, it was worth a try.’
Chapter Three
‘IT’S really good of you to help me out like this.’ Ruby thanked the
