Rachel Lindsay - Love and Dr Forrest by Rachel Lindsay

Author:Rachel Lindsay [Lindsay, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: x
Published: 2010-09-30T00:54:23.704000+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Lesley awoke with a headache that not even breakfast could dispel and, making her way heavily downstairs, wondered what the songwriters meant when they said being in love was wonderful.

Deborah Redwood was still unconscious and Lesley glanced at the chart hanging at the front of her bed and then at the nurse sitting beside it.

"I see Mrs. Redwood awoke at five this morning. Why wasn't I called?"

"Because Herr Doktor Redwood was here. He remained all night."

"I see."

Resolutely Lesley quelled all the emotion that this knowledge aroused in her.

"The Herr Doktor left only a few moments ago to meet Sir Lionel Brooks," the nurse continued.

"Then call me if I'm needed," Lesley said. "I'll be doing my rounds."

With a precision born of training she went through her usual routine but was unutterably glad when lunchtime enabled her to relax. Richard and Axel—now recovered from his bout of illness—were already at the table, intently discussing Deborah.

"Is it the first time you've seen Redwood operate?" Richard asked, pulling out her chair.

"I saw him once at St. Catherine's."

Richard resumed his lunch. "He must have nerves of steel. Or no nerves at all! Suppose something had gone wrong? With things the way they are between him and his wife, someone might have said he'd done it deliberately."

"Oh do shut up!" Lesley said tetchily; then, aware her reaction had been sharper than the remark had warranted, she smiled. "Sorry, Richard. It seems your lot to put up with bad-tempered females."

"In the singular, if you please. The other one's behaving quite well."

"You mean you and Pat aren't quarrelling?" she asked in mock surprise.

"Better than that. We're almost friends. I'm meeting her this afternoon, in fact. I'm still not allowed to go back on duty so I'm brushing up on my skiing."

Quick tears came into Lesley's eyes. "You're sweet to look after her for me."

"There's no need to cry about it. I'm enjoying myself."

This was more than Lesley could say during the seventy-two hours following Deborah's operation. Many times she'd witnessed patients hovering between life and death, but this particular patient was the wife of Phillip Redwood and, as such, the drama was heightened.

It was not until the afternoon of the third day, when she went into Deborah Redwood's room, that she met Sir Lionel. The woman was still heavily sedated, and after taking her pulse, Lesley turned to go.

It was then that Sir Lionel followed her out and spoke to her. She had not seen him since the night—four years ago—when he had announced his daughter's engagement, and she was dismayed to see how different he looked now: old, weary and dispirited.

"I'd like a .word with you, Dr. Forrest," he said. "My daughter keeps asking for someone called Hans. I take it she means the ski instructor who brought her here?"

"Yes."

"I believe you met him? I'd like to know what impression you formed."

Lesley lowered her eyes. "He seemed a typical, good- looking, young athlete."

"That wasn't quite what I wanted to know," Sir Lionel replied. "This is rather embarrassing, Dr.

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