helped manoeuvre him onto the bed. ‘This the guy who hit his head on the kerb?’ he asked her.
Nodding, she picked up the sergeant’s arm to check his pulse. ‘Concussion for sure. He was denying any symptoms, and I couldn’t nail any, apart from his obvious headache. I want him sent into the city hospital for a scan. Simone?’
‘Onto it,’ was the reply.
Silly man. Why did he let pride get in the way of receiving the correct treatment? Even if she hadn’t foreseen him losing consciousness she’d have been better prepared to treat his symptoms.
Cooper nudged her shoulder lightly with his. ‘You did your best.’
‘Pulse is low.’ She raised the eyelid on the man’s good eye. No one home.
‘Respiration rate is low,’ Cooper commented.
It felt good having him working beside her. ‘He’s coming round. Sergeant, can you hear me?’
The sergeant’s eyes opened briefly.
Thank goodness. It was a start in the right direction. ‘You blacked out. We’re going to send you for a scan.’ She spoke slowly and clearly.
He opened his eyes for a little longer.
‘That knock on your head is more serious than I first thought.’ Not that she’d had much to go on. ‘Has your headache got worse?’
He nodded once, then put his hand up to his mouth.
‘Bucket,’ Cooper called loudly.
Simone returned to say the ambulance was backing up to the door.
Since Cooper was dealing with her patient Sophie filled out a form for the hospital ED. ‘Simone, I want you accompanying him after we’ve finished checking him over.’
‘No problem.’
Fifteen minutes later the unit was quiet, empty of everyone except Sophie and Cooper, who was putting the kettle on to boil.
‘Want a cup of tea? Or hot milk?’ he asked.
Sinking onto a stool, she felt shattered. So not up to speed. The heat and her pregnancy were taking their toll. ‘I made a mistake not insisting he tell me his symptoms.’
‘I heard some of your conversation. He was never going to admit things in front of his men.’ Cooper dropped teabags into two mugs. ‘Tea it is.’
‘I should’ve known to take him into another room.’
‘He should’ve known to talk to you. Are you on parade at zero seven hundred?’
The thought made her feel even more tired. ‘Yes.’ Four more days to go. ‘Never thought I’d say this but I’m looking forward to stopping work, and I haven’t even been busy in here.’ She glanced at the stack of notes from their earlier patients. ‘Most of the time, at any rate.’
‘You could ask to be stood down.’
She raised one eye brow at him in reply.
‘I figured,’ was Cooper’s only comment.
While she drank her tea she cruised the internet for places to rent in Auckland.
‘Can’t that wait?’ Cooper asked with his usual bluntness.
‘The sooner I set up appointments the sooner I’ll find somewhere and can get my mess sorted.’
‘There is an alternative, Sophie. You can bunk down at my place for a few days if you’re still determined to find your own place.’ He was frustrated with her. It showed in his tone and the tightness of the hand holding his mug.
It was more than she needed right now. Shutting down the laptop, she took her tea and headed for the door. ‘See you after parade.’
* * *
‘Attention,’ shouted the sergeant leading the parade.
Boots slapped the tarmac as rows of soldiers stood straighter than straight.
Cooper was to the side of the ground, standing at attention but not part of any unit. Sophie was at the front of the medical corps, eyes to the front. She hadn’t said a word to him over a hurried breakfast in the canteen. Exhaustion had rippled off her like heat waves in the desert. Her fatigues needed straightening and her hair could do with being tied tighter but far be it for him to point that out. Someone on the parade ground would do it and cop her wrath for their effort.
List stood at the front, ready to talk to the troops. He glanced Cooper’s way, and then at Sophie. A frown appeared on his brow, and he dipped his head at Sophie.
What? Cooper’s gaze returned to her. She seemed to be struggling to stay upright, swaying on her feet. Her chin was pushed forward as though she was willing herself to stand erect. As he made to step out and head to her she slumped in a heap.
Cooper ran. ‘Sophie.’ Instantly dropping to his knees, he reached for her, felt for a pulse. It was slow but at least it was there.
Simone had been standing two away and was as quick to reach her as he’d been. ‘Sophie, what’s happening? Did you faint?’
‘Let’s get you inside out of this heat. I need to check your BP.’ Low blood pressure would explain what had happened. Might explain a few incidents where she’d appeared to lose focus briefly. Like when she’d lost her balance outside Harry’s on the day he’d arrived. It made Cooper think he was on the right track.
Sophie flopped against him, blinking and trying to rub her head. ‘What happened?’
Cooper held her gently and looked up to growl at the man next in line. ‘Get a stretcher. Now.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Sophie, can you hear me?’
‘Yes. I’m fine.’
‘You’re not fine. When did you last have your BP checked?’
Simone answered for her. ‘I did it two weeks ago. It was normal.’
‘Two weeks and you haven’t had a reading since?’ No wonder he needed to keep an eye on her. She wasn’t doing a good job of looking after herself. ‘What about blood sugar?’
‘Shouldn’t we talk about this inside?’ Simone glared at him before tilting her head towards nearby troops. ‘Sir.’
List appeared, saving him having to answer. Simone was right. ‘Captain Ingram? Are you all right?’
She nodded. ‘I’m fine. Please continue with the parade. With your permission, Sir, I’ll go to the medical unit.’
‘Permission granted,’ List snapped. Then he leaned down and said quietly, ‘Take the morning off, Sophie. You’ve got to look after yourself.’
Whatever she’d been about
