With half my mind still preoccupied by Lauren and the dream, I watched as the consultant, a bald-headed man with a smart pinstripe suit visible inside the flapping white lab coat, looked down his sharp beak-like nose at me as if appraising a joint of meat for his Sunday roast. I tried to dismiss the picture of the buzzard that leapt into my mind as I pulled the bedclothes protectively round my chest.
The buzzard spoke in a rather bored voice that belied the interest in his eyes. ‘So, what have we here?’
Dr Chin sprang into action, gripping my notes and reading jerkily, ‘This is Ms Taylor. Twenty-eight years of age. She was admitted yesterday with minor burns to the left back and shoulder after being hit by lightning.’
‘Ah, the lightning girl, eh? Saved by her coat. Jolly lucky escape, Ms Taylor, if I may say so.’ The consultant smirked and turned his attention back to the anxious intern. ‘Any related problems?’
‘Ms Taylor was unconscious on arrival. Two-hourly obs showed everything reading normal. On regaining consciousness, she seemed disorientated, but has since recovered all her faculties.’
‘So, ready to go home then, Ms Taylor?’
I nodded.
‘Good, good, I think we can discharge her today.’
Losing interest quickly, he moved to a bed on the opposite side of the room. I watched as he stared distastefully down at the next unfortunate patient swathed in bedclothes. ‘And what have we here?’ he intoned unemotionally from the other side of the room.
A commotion at the entrance to the ward diverted my attention from the huddle of doctors round the far bed. The male nurse who had been so kind to me earlier was talking earnestly with a visitor, whose face was barely visible behind a large bunch of flowers.
‘You’ll have to wait until the ward round is finished,’ the nurse was saying in hushed tones. ‘You can wait in the visitors’ room. Who is it you’ve come to see?’
The man lowered the flowers a fraction, and my whole body tensed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as I recognised the stranger from the previous day. My first instinct was to slide down under the covers and pull the sheet over my head, but my body seemed to be stuck rigidly in position. He glanced into the room, his eyes searching, coming to rest on my face.
He looked different to how I’d remembered him, his short hair framing a square, masculine face. Behind the flowers he was wearing beige cargo pants with an open-necked polo shirt hanging loose at a slim boyish waist. Thank goodness I wasn’t connected to a heart monitor like in the dream, I thought, as I felt the blood pounding round my veins. It would have beeped off the scale!
He waved at me over the flowers, then followed the nurse out into the corridor, presumably to wait until the buzzard had finished his round. As soon as he was out of sight, I bolted upright and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tease out some of the tangles. Quickly, I rummaged through the bedside cabinet, but this time there was no handy brush, mine or otherwise. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was without so much as a hairbrush or lipstick, when the most handsome man I had set eyes on for years was about to come visiting.
By the time the consultant and his followers had left the ward, I was feeling sick with apprehension. What was I supposed to say to this man whose name I didn’t even know? We’d met so briefly, so intensely in the violence of the storm. What must he think of me, a muddy, soaked-to-the-skin girl who was stupid enough to be struck by a bolt of lightning five minutes after we’d met?
My cheeks flushed again at the thought, and I buried my face in my hands with a groan of embarrassment.
‘Hi there.’
I dropped my hands and looked up. He was standing smiling at me, as if he knew exactly what I’d been thinking. With calm, measured movements, he handed the flowers to me, pulled up a red vinyl hospital chair and sat down next to the bed.
‘How are you feeling today?’
‘Better, thanks,’ I croaked. ‘I’ve just been told I can go home later.’ Clearing my throat, I tried to gain control of my vocal cords. ‘I owe you a big thank you. The nurse told me you brought me in yesterday.’
‘I couldn’t very well leave you lying unconscious in the rain,’ he said with a smile.
The twinkle in his deep blue eyes was disconcerting. I tried to stop my lips from forming into an indignant pout and forced myself to remember my manners.
‘The nurse also said you were minding Frankie for me. I can’t thank you enough.’
‘It’s the least I could do,’ he said, his smile widening broadly.
‘You’re laughing at me,’ I accused him in a teasing voice. ‘I realise I probably don’t look much of a picture lying here in a hospital gown, with no make-up, but you could have the decency to at least pretend I’m not a complete mess.’
‘Are we having our first argument?’ he asked with a grin.
I stared at him, momentarily speechless, then burst out laughing. I remembered then how we’d laughed at each other the first moment we’d met.
‘I suppose you’ve not seen me looking anything other than a mess,’ I managed when the laughter had died down.
‘You’re really not all that bad,’ he said quietly. ‘With or without make-up, soaked to the skin and smouldering in a puddle, or looking palely interesting in a hospital gown.’
I gazed up at him, wondering if he was joking, this knight in shining armour who had appeared in my life like a bolt from the blue. Despite the twinkle in his eyes I had the feeling he was being serious. I wanted to say that he was the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen, but I thought better of it, smiled instead and asked him his name.
‘I’m Daniel Brennan,’ he said formally, holding out his hand. ‘Dan to my friends.’
‘Hello Dan,’ I replied. ‘I believe you already found out my name from Frankie’s disc.’
‘Yeah, you had no handbag, nothing in your pockets. Then I realised your dog had a nametag on her collar with your details on the back.’
‘A regular Sherlock Holmes,’ I laughed. ‘Is Frankie okay?’
‘She went frantic when the lightning struck,’ Dan said. ‘I thought she was going to bury you with mud before I could get to you.’
‘Poor Frankie.’
‘It wasn’t too great for any of us,’ he said, his expression serious at last. ‘At first, I thought you were dead, your breathing was so shallow I could hardly detect it, and the dogs were going wild. The rain just got worse and worse while I was trying to find a pulse, and you seemed to be getting so cold. In the end I just picked you up, threw you onto the back seat of my car wrapped in the dog blanket, chucked the dogs in the back and drove like hell to the nearest A & E department.’
‘I’m so sorry. It must have been awful for you.’
‘Do you know what I was thinking as I drove you here? Not what trouble I’d be in if I turned up with the dead body of an unknown female in my car, but how terrible it would be never to hear you laugh again.’
I looked at him askance, and was struggling to think of a suitable reply when he scraped back the chair and sprang to his feet.
‘Hey, I’ll get you a vase or something for these, shall I?’ He grabbed the flowers from my lap and took off down the ward with such speed I thought he was in danger of slipping on the shiny linoleum flooring.
I lay back as a tremor ran through my body that had nothing to do with the lightning strike.