Orphan Train Disaster by Rachel Wesson

Author:Rachel Wesson [Wesson, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

Frieda pushed the hair back from her eyes, blinking rapidly as she did so. She was beyond tired, but they had to keep going. There were so many casualties, not just those injured in the fire, but family members who’d collapsed or gone into shock on hearing of the loss of their loved ones. Leonie was still in theater, not a good sign, but Frieda couldn’t think about that. She had another patient to worry about, the young woman lying in the bed.

“Nurse, she’s woken up. Nurse.”

Frieda looked up as the nun called to her. She didn’t correct her. Most people didn’t like being treated by a trainee doctor, never mind a female one. She smiled at the girl in the bed, relieved to see her focusing normally.

“Good evening, Celia, how are you feeling?”

“I was just telling her it was a good job she protected her hands. What presence of mind for such a young lady.” The nun bustled off to see someone else, leaving Celia with a big grin on her face.

“It’s lovely to see you smiling, if rather surprising under the circumstances. Is the pain not bad?”

“I was just thinking about the nun. She is praising me for having presence of mind. Not that at all. I just paid off my fur muff, and I wasn’t leaving that behind, fire or no fire!”

Despite herself, Frieda giggled. Celia joined in. Patrick found them laughing.

“Ladies? Frieda?” He asked, the concerned look on his face making Frieda stop.

“Sorry Doctor, it was my fault. I made the nurse laugh. Don’t get cross with her.” Celia sat up straighter in the bed.

“I’ll try not to,” Patrick said, giving Frieda a sly wink. She had to turn away for fear of giggling again. What was wrong with her? It was neither the time nor the place.

Frieda sought refuge in her profession. “Celia has a broken arm and finger and a nasty gash on her head. Dr. Hamilton stitched that up. She was lucky. She jumped and slid down the center cable to floor five.”

Admiration lit up Patrick’s face. “You’re a brave young lady. So many of you were.”

Celia’s eyes clouded over. “Doc, can you give me anything for my dreams? I can’t get the sounds out of my head. Just something to tide me over.”

Patrick nodded. “A sleeping tonic will help you rest and give your head injury a chance to heal. Do you have family we should notify?”

“The nun said she will send someone round to tell them. Thanks Doc, you get on and see to someone else. Better yet, go home and rest. You look as tired as the nurse does. She should nurse you better.”

Patrick sent Frieda a look, sending the butterflies in her stomach dancing. “That sounds like a great idea. What do you think, nurse Frieda?”

Frieda walked away before he saw her scarlet face. She almost fell over a young man practically crawling along the corridor.

“Here, let me help you. Patrick, Dr. Green, help me, please.” Frieda shouted as she grasped the man under one shoulder.

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