was employed to be doing.
‘I’d better get back,’ she said. ‘Do you still want me to cover Trauma One?’
‘Thanks.’ Charles nodded. ‘I’ll come with you. Jackie, I just came to give you some money. The cafeteria should be up and running again now and I thought you could take the boys up for some lunch.’
Planting a kiss on each small, dark head, he deposited the twins back on the floor.
‘Be good,’ he instructed. ‘And if it’s not still raining when we go home, we’ll stop in the park for a swing.’
He led Grace back towards the main area of the ER.
‘It’s still crazy in here,’ he said. ‘But we’ve got extra staff and it’s under control now that we’ve got power back on.’
‘I’m sorry I took so long. I probably shouldn’t have stopped to help Jackie out.’
‘It’s not a problem.’
‘They’re gorgeous children,’ Grace added. ‘You’re a very lucky man, Charles.’
The look he gave her was almost astonished. Then a wash of something poignant crossed his face and he smiled.
A slow kind of smile that took her back through time instantly. To when the brilliant young man who’d been like royalty in their year at med school had suddenly been interested in her as more than the only barrier he had to be a star academically and not just socially. He had cared about what she had to say. About who she was...
‘Yes,’ he said slowly. ‘I am.’
He held open one of the double doors in front of them. ‘How ’bout you, Grace? You got kids?’
She shook her head.
‘Too busy with that exciting career I was reading about in your CV? Working with the flying doctors in the remotest parts of the outback?’
Her throat felt tight. ‘Something like that.’
She could feel his gaze on her back. A beat of silence—curiosity, even, as if he knew there was a lot being left unspoken.
And then he caught up with her in a single, long stride. Turned his head and, yes...she could see the flicker of curiosity.
‘It’s been a long time, Grace.’
‘It has.’
‘Be nice to catch up sometime...’
People were coming towards them. There were obviously matters that required the attention of the chief and Grace had her own work to do. She could see paramedics and junior staff clustered around a new gurney in Trauma One but she took a moment before she broke that eye contact.
A moment when she remembered that smile from a few moments ago. And so much more, from a very long time ago.
‘Yes,’ she said quietly. ‘It would...’
* * *
The rest of that first shift in Manhattan Mercy’s emergency department passed in something of a blur for Grace. Trauma related to the storm and power outage continued to roll in. A kitchen worker had been badly burned when a huge pot of soup had been tipped over in the confusion of a crowded restaurant kitchen plunged into darkness. A man had suffered a heart attack while trapped in an elevator and had been close to the end of the time window for curtailing the damage to his cardiac muscle by the time he’d been rescued. A pedestrian had been badly injured when they’d made a dash to get across a busy road in the pouring rain and a woman who relied on her home oxygen supply had been brought to the ER in severe respiratory distress after it had been cut off.
Grace was completely focused on each patient that spent time in Trauma One but Charles seemed to be everywhere, suddenly appearing where and when he was most needed. How did he do that?
Sometimes it had to be obvious, of course. Like when the young kitchen worker arrived and his screams from the pain of his severe burns would have been heard all over the department and the general level of tension rocketed skywards. He was so distressed he was in danger of injuring himself further by fighting off staff as they attempted to restrain him enough to gain IV access and administer adequate pain relief and Grace was almost knocked off her feet by a flying fist that caught her hip.
It was Charles who was suddenly there to steady her before she fell. Charles who positioned security personnel to restrain their patient safely. And it was Charles who spoke calmly enough to capture a terrified youth’s attention and stop the agonised cries for long enough for him to hear what was being said.
‘We’re going to help you,’ he said. ‘Try and hold still for just a minute. It will stop hurting very soon...’
He stayed where he was and took over the task of sedating and intubating the young man. Like everyone else in the department, Grace breathed a sigh of relief as the terrible sounds of agony were silenced. She could assess this patient properly now, start dressing the burns that covered the lower half of his body and arrange his transfer to the specialist unit that could take over his care.
She heard Charles on the phone as she passed the unit desk later, clearly making arrangements for a patient who’d been under someone else’s initial care.
‘It’s a full thickness inferior infarct. He’s been trapped in an elevator for at least four hours. I’m sending him up to the catheter laboratory, stat.’
The hours passed swiftly and it was Charles who reminded Grace that it was time she went home.
‘We’re under control and the new shift is taking over. Go home and have a well-deserved rest, Grace. And thanks,’ he added, as he turned away. ‘I knew you would be an asset to this department.’
The smile was a reward for an extraordinarily testing first day and the words of praise stayed with Grace as she made her way to the locker room to find her coat to throw on over her scrubs.
There were new arrivals in the space, locking away their personal belongings before they started their shift. And one of them was a familiar face.
Helena Tate was scraping auburn curls back from her face to restrain with a scrunchie but she abandoned the task as she caught sight of Grace.
‘I hear you’ve had quite a day.’
Grace simply nodded.
‘Do you hate me—for persuading you to come back?’
She shook her head now. ‘It’s been full on,’ she said, ‘but you know what?’
‘What?’
Grace felt her mouth curving into a grin. ‘I loved it.’
It was true, she realised. The pace of the work had left no time for first day nerves. She had done her job well enough to earn praise from the chief and, best of all, the moment she’d been dreading—seeing Charles again—had somehow morphed into something that had nothing to do with heartbreak or embarrassment or even resentment. It almost felt like a reconnection with an old friend. With a part of her life that had been so full of promise
