‘If she wakes up?’
The girl nodded and opened the door. ‘Let’s hope someone comes to claim her soon, eh?’
Before it’s too late, Laura thought, but quickly shook the idea away.
‘Oh, and there’s one more thing. I don’t know if I should tell you, but as you’re staff …’
‘Yes?’
‘She has a caesarean scar. At some time, not too long ago, she’s had a baby.’ And then the nurse was gone, her shoes clicking away into the distance along the corridor, and Laura and the girl were alone.
‘So, Lily …’ Laura moved towards the bed, surrounded by machinery, and looked down into the still, bruised face. There was a tube fitted into the girl’s mouth, a bandage wrapped around her head, wires attached to her chest, the incessant beeping of monitors, providing the background noise like crickets on a summer’s night in some Spanish holiday resort. ‘What are we going to do with you?’ she muttered, picturing this girl with a baby in her arms. And where was that baby now? ‘How are we going to find your family?’
She pulled a chair nearer to the bed and slid her hand over Lily’s, spotting the nibbled nails and noting again the absence of a ring.
‘Hello. Can you hear me?’
There was no response, which was no surprise, but that wasn’t going to stop her from talking.
‘They say coma patients can hear sometimes, you know. People wake up and say they’ve heard every word spoken while they’ve been asleep, family chatting, music, all sorts, but they just didn’t have the power to answer back. Maybe that’s happening with you? Maybe you’re hearing me now. Lying there scared and trapped, not understanding where you are, or what’s going on?’
Still nothing.
‘I want to help you, Lily. I don’t even know if that’s really your name, but I’ll call you Lily anyway. I’m Laura. I’m a nurse. I know you have nobody else here to talk to you, to tell you where or how you are; what the weather’s like outside. Would you like me to be that person, Lily? For now, anyway, just until someone comes?’
The girl just lay there. Not a flicker. Laura squeezed her hand and half hoped she might feel it move, that it might try to squeeze her back, but no. Just the beeps, marking out the seconds, one by one, and the sound of the ventilator breathing in and out, in and out, in and out.
‘You’re in the hospital. We don’t know what happened to you. Hit by a car that didn’t stop, so they say. Your leg’s broken, so that might hurt a bit. And your ribs. And your head’s going to feel sore. You’re being kept asleep, just until your brain decides to get better and start working properly again by itself. Don’t worry about that. Or the noise, or the tubes. It’s all here to help you. All perfectly normal. Don’t be afraid. All you have to do is lie there and sleep, and let yourself heal.’
Laura looked at the watch on her chest. It was time to get back to work already.
‘It’s a nice day, Lily. It’s rained a lot the last day or two, but the sun’s out now, and there are trees outside the window. Lovely, tall, green trees. I think I can even see a little nest. You’ll be able to see it for yourself when you wake up. And hear the birds. If you can’t already …’
She withdrew her hand, and resisted a sudden compulsion to lean over and kiss Lily on the cheek. No, that would be wrong. Crossing professional boundaries. But maybe she was doing that already, just by being here?
The lift was empty this time, depositing her back on the ground floor with a bump. She hurried back into A & E and checked the screen for new patients, any developments since she’d been gone. Nothing of any significance. Things were remarkably quiet. Until the Sunday afternoon football and rugby players started to roll in, the amateur ones with proper jobs who played just for the exercise, and the beer afterwards, and the fun – some fun! – with their split lips and bloodied noses and broken ankles. Three o’clock loomed. Kick-off time. It wouldn’t be long now.
Ruby
Michael is nice. More than nice. Michael is handsome, gorgeous, wonderful. Michael is the best thing ever to happen to me. Only he hasn’t happened to me. Not really. Not yet.
He did speak to me today. Only to say thank you. But he said it in such a lovely way. With his eyes, not just his voice. Like he really meant it.
Mrs Castle lets me run errands now. She says that a children’s home is for children and I’m not a child any more, that she is going to give me more responsibility, prepare me for the outside world. When she’s in her office she lets me help her sometimes. A bit of filing, answering the phone. All good practice for when I get a job, that’s what she says. I’m sixteen now, and I have always known I can’t stay here forever.
Today she sent me down to the bank. Not with tons of money. That would be too dangerous. I could get mugged or something. But she’d been collecting up coins in jars for weeks and she let me bag them up and walk them down to the bank to pay them in. Nobody robs you for ten pence pieces, do they? Not worth the effort.
Michael’s long fingers reached across the desk and hooked the bags in, under the see-through dip that separates him from the queue, lifting them one at a time, dropping them onto the scales, ticking them off on the slip with his pen. I know his name is Michael because he wears a badge. Michael Payne. He’s so much younger than the rest of the staff, who all have grey hair and bored faces and look like they’ve been there forever. He’s older than me though. Maybe twenty or twenty-one. So, not by all that much. Not enough to matter. And he has the most brilliant blue eyes. The eyes that said thank you, all by themselves.
In my mind, I can still feel his hand, touching the top of mine, ever so lightly, as he takes the coin bags, making the tiny hairs stand to attention all along my arm. And then, later, touching my cheek, touching my body under my clothes, touching with soft gentle strokes where nobody has ever touched me before. And then it’s gone again. The hand. And suddenly all I can hear is the sound of my own breathing struggling in my throat as the very thought of him stops me in my tracks, sends the blood rushing to my head, to my heart, and almost takes my breath away.
He could charm the birds out of the trees, that one. It’s one of Mrs Castle’s sayings, and it’s as if I can hear her still saying it now. Birds. Trees. My mind’s all over the place, whirling around like I’m in a spin dryer, but I know what I felt. In that one delicious moment at the bank, I felt it. The beginnings of love.
I am in love. Head over heels, birds in the trees love. With a man I don’t even know. And his name is Michael Payne.
Patsy reached across the lumpy bed for Michael. He wasn’t there.
It was ridiculous to feel so tired after such a short flight, but perhaps the months of intense work had finally caught up with her. Now she’d sealed the latest contract she could take a couple of weeks off and relax a bit before Phase Two. The hefty bonus coming her way would help too. She could feel a spot of retail therapy coming on, just as soon as they could get up to London and hit the shops.
They’d had a meal at the local pub with Michael’s mother last night, but it had proved to be a rather strained affair. They’d both been putting on smiles for his benefit, but underneath the surface they’d been squaring up, marking their corners. Womens’ stuff, that Michael wouldn’t have noticed. But she knew. Geraldine did not like her, did not really want her here.
Michael had clearly felt a bit awkward about sharing