Emergency at the Royal. Joanna NeilЧитать онлайн книгу.
‘I heard that his son had multiple fractures, but as far as I know he’s going to recover.’
‘That’s what I heard, too.’ He glanced around. ‘As for Dr Marshall’s patient, I was just coming to take a look at him. I’m not satisfied that he’s well enough to be discharged.’
Katie was distracted. From the set of his jaw she guessed that he was unhappy with Craig’s diagnosis. She said flatly, ‘Given the symptoms he presented with, I’m sure Dr Marshall thought he was doing the right thing. Headache and sickness are common symptoms of migraine.’
‘Maybe.’ Drew wasn’t giving anything away. His mouth was set in a straight line and his eyes were dark as though he meant business. ‘I’m going to take a look at him now. If you’re not too busy, perhaps you would ask Dr Marshall to come and join me?’
Katie went and found Craig. She didn’t like the fact that Drew had taken it on himself to intervene, but he was in charge now, and he was ultimately responsible for the actions of his colleagues.
‘What’s wrong?’ Craig asked. He was in a cheerful mood, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the desk in the middle of the room.
She explained the situation. ‘I think your patient, Mick Framley, is unwell—at least, not well enough to go home just yet.’
‘He was going to call for a taxi. I told him he needed to lie down in a darkened room.’
‘I don’t think he can make it home on his own.’ She frowned. ‘The new consultant, Drew Bradley, wants a word.’
‘Does he?’ Craig grimaced. ‘I don’t think he likes me very much. I’ve already had one run in with him today.’
‘You have?’ Her eyes widened. ‘What was that about?’ They were already walking back towards cubicle two.
‘He seemed to be annoyed that I was talking to you. Apparently he thought my attitude was too casual and he wanted to know if I hadn’t any work to be getting on with. He said I’d left a patient unsupervised.’
Katie frowned. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you into trouble.’
‘It wasn’t your fault. I think he was looking for someone to chew out.’
Was Craig right about that? Her own brother had said Drew could be ruthless, and she had tried to dismiss it, but now she was filled with doubt. It seemed unfair that Craig should fall foul of Drew this first day.
They had almost reached the cubicle by now, and Katie said, ‘I’m a little worried about Mr Framley. He was complaining of neck stiffness, and he was hypertensive, too. Perhaps you should do a CT scan.’
‘He didn’t have any neck stiffness when I examined him,’ Craig said defensively. ‘There were no signs that led me to think of anything other than migraine.’
‘It can be difficult to make an accurate diagnosis,’ Katie said, ‘but when you see the new consultant, be careful.’
‘I will.’ He pulled open the curtain of the cubicle and went in. Katie heard the murmur of voices, and guessed that he was talking to Drew. She hoped that he could put things right. She was beginning to suspect that Mr Framley was showing signs of a condition that was far more serious than Craig had guessed. In Craig’s place, she would be doing a CT scan and blood tests, as well as an ECG and chest X-ray. From the looks of things, Mr Framley could be suffering from a subarachnoid haemorrhage.
A moment later, a worried-looking Craig came out from the cubicle. He looked white-faced, and Katie said anxiously, ‘Can I help?’
He nodded. ‘He’s taken a sudden turn for the worse, and we need to intubate. I’m going to call for a neurosurgeon.’
Katie went to assist, and the team went into action. Drew called for all the tests that she had guessed would be needed, and a short time later Mick went up to Theatre. Katie hoped that the surgeon would be able to save him. A bleed into the brain could kill a man unless it was caught in time.
Drew didn’t comment on what had gone on between him and Craig, but he was tight-lipped whenever he was around him, and Craig was nervous for the rest of the day. Katie met up with him during a break in the afternoon, and he still looked anxious.
She put her hand on his arm. ‘You should try not to worry too much,’ she told him. ‘You’ve only been in emergency medicine for six months. You can’t get everything right all the time.’
His mouth made a bitter line. ‘Try telling that to the new consultant. Mr Bradley doesn’t seem to appreciate that he’s here to support me. He thinks I missed the diagnosis because I didn’t do the proper checks.’
‘I’m sure you did what you thought was right at the time. I expect he’ll get to know you better and see that he’s being too hard on you.’
‘Maybe. I just hope Mick Framley pulls through.’ He moved his shoulders as though he was making an effort to shrug off his despondent mood and glanced at her thoughtfully. ‘When I saw you talking to the new man earlier, I had the feeling that you two knew each other. Is that right? Is he from around here?’
‘Yes, I do know him.’ She pressed her lips together, uncertain how much she should say. ‘He used to live locally, but he moved away some years ago. He was always determined to become a consultant in A and E.’
‘How was it that you got to know him?’
‘We lived in the same neighbourhood at one time. He was always around and about, and sometimes we would find ourselves at the same functions.’
‘Do you like him?’
Katie hesitated. It was a direct question, but she could hardly tell Craig all the ins and outs of the situation, all her doubts and insecurities, and in the end she settled for an edited version of the truth.
‘We used to get along all right. I’ve known him since I was a teenager, and he went to the same school as my brother, but I haven’t heard from him these last few years, and I think things are different now. He’s a consultant and he probably has a position to live up to. You and I are just junior doctors, and we’re worlds apart from him, so we can’t do anything other than make the best of things.’
It seemed so long ago that Drew had been her friend, her soul mate, someone who would step in and intervene between her and her brother whenever they had a falling-out. As a teenager Luke had been irrepressible in teasing and tormenting her, and even when he’d got older, a student at university, he had enjoyed provoking her. Drew had been someone she had been able to look up to and confide in, and now it seemed that all that had changed.
She went back to her patients and later on she attended to a man who had injured his hand at the factory where he worked. ‘I’ll put in a few stitches to hold the edges of the wound together,’ she told him. ‘Then I’ll put a dressing over it and you’ll need to come back to have the stitches removed in a few days. You should have an antibiotic, too, in case there’s an infection.’
As she began to suture the wound, she saw Hannah pass by. ‘Is there any news of Mr Framley?’ she asked. ‘He must be back from surgery by now.’
Hannah nodded. ‘He’s still in Recovery, but by all accounts things went reasonably well. The surgeon managed to deal with the aneurysm and patch him up.’
Drew came to watch as Katie put in the last suture. ‘It’ll be a while before the man is on his feet again,’ he said, catching the end of the conversation. ‘He was lucky that he hadn’t left the hospital, and I guess that was down to you. By stopping him, you saved his life.’
‘It was just fortunate that I happened to see him stagger.’ She looked up at him, her green eyes troubled. ‘It wasn’t an easy diagnosis to make,’ she said, wanting to defend Craig. ‘Initially, he showed all the signs of having a migraine.’
Drew’s gaze was flint sharp. ‘We have to look be yond that. I hope your friend has taken