Lilian Darcy by A Nurse in Crisis

Author:A Nurse in Crisis [HMED-8, MMED-970] (v0.9) (epub)
Language: eng
Format: epub

'How are you today, Joan?' Marshall asked his patient.

She looked a little tired and unhappy, in contrast to her last visit when she'd seemed so healthy and radiant. Surely something can't have gone wrong in so short a time? he wondered.

Then his stomach lurched as he thought of himself and Aimee, and how suddenly that had turned sour. He still didn't know why, and didn't know if there was any point in trying to work it out.

Joan sat down opposite his desk. 'I'm a bit concerned,' she admitted, then added, 'I'll be honest, I'm terrified! The mammogram I had... I got the result last Friday and something showed up. I had to go to the assessment clinic again on Tuesday and have a core biopsy.'

'And you're still waiting for the results?' Marshall guessed. 'I'm sorry, Joan. Waiting for something like that is terrible, isn't it? Time goes so slowly.'

'They say I should hear by tomorrow afternoon,' she said.

'You must be sore still?'

'Yes, quite sore. And I don't suppose the vaccination shots will help!'

'Do you know what I think?' he said slowly, 'Let's not do them today. I know you're pressed for time, with the wedding coming up, but let's make another appointment for Monday—wait for the results of the biopsy first.'

Joan looked frightened. 'I suppose... Oh, hell, if it is something, you're saying I won't even need the shots because I won't be going to Africa after all.'

'It's possible,' he admitted. 'Although I'd been thinking more that you wanted to heal from the biopsy before you put your body through a possible reaction to the shots. Let's take things one at a time.'

'That makes sense.' She nodded. 'I'm getting wedding jitters. Shouldn't be, at fifty-eight, but I am. Keep feeling as if I need to be doing ten things at once or I'll run out of time. I tell you, anyone who thinks love is any more comfortable the second time around hasn't actually been through it!'

Marshall summoned a chuckle from some resourceful core of his spirits and sent Joan on her way.

'Phone when you get the biopsy result,' he said to her as she left. 'They'll send a copy here eventually, but I'd like to know as soon as you do.'

Aimee was in the treatment room, tidying up after the skin cancer removal that Rebecca had just done. Rebecca handled minor surgery of this type with practised ease and efficiency these days.

Aimee looked up at Marshall as soon as he appeared in the doorway.

'I have everything ready for Joan now,' she said.

'She won't be needing it today after all,' Marshall told her, schooling his voice carefully.

He reacted every time he saw her, his memory of her body in his arms so vivid, triggered by the cool, floral scent she used. It came clearly to his nostrils as she moved, despite the competing medicinal scents of the treatment room. His fingers tingled when he remembered how he'd run them through the silver silk of her hair. His mouth remembered the warmth of her neck, her face, her breasts.

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