bed.
‘Semiconscious,’ Vince corrected.
‘The daughter, Scarlet, is hysterical,’ Albert said. ‘It was hard to get any information out of her. Apparently Anya was given an opiate reversal but then vomited and went into respiratory and then cardiac arrest.’
‘What has she taken?’ Luke asked Vince, but any clear information remained unforthcoming.
‘We’re not sure.’
Albert gave Luke a wide-eyed look, which he took as meaning that the paramedics had had as much trouble extracting details.
Paul took over the cardiac massage as Albert relayed the rest of what he knew. ‘There were no bottles or syringes and she had been intubated before we arrived.’
Oh, so they’d had a little tidy up, Luke thought, and he looked over to Vince as he listened to Anya’s chest. ‘What medication is she on?’ Luke asked.
Vince gave Luke a short list that consisted of antianxiety medications and some light sleeping tablets.
‘So why are there no bottles or packets to be found?’ Luke pushed.
‘I give Anya her medication,’ Vince answered coolly. ‘I also have her on a strict regime of nutrients …’
‘We’ll get to them later,’ Luke snapped, as he started delivering vital drugs that might reverse anything Anya could have taken. ‘Any opiates?’
‘Only when her back injury is exacerbated.’
It would take pliers to extract any useful information from him, Luke was sure. ‘Get a toxicology screen,’ Luke said to Barbara, who was pulling blood as he listened to Anya’s chest.
‘Her chest sounds terrible.’ Luke was very concerned that the tube might be somewhat blocked. ‘I want to replace the tube.’ He wasn’t happy that the right size had been inserted or that, given Anya had vomited, the tube was clear, so he decided to reintubate her.
‘Watch the vocal cords!’ Vince warned.
The billion-dollar vocal cords!
Luke did not look up but Heather swallowed as she watched Luke’s jaw clamp down as he was delivered an unnecessary order.
Luke did not pause in his treatment plan, he just carried on with the procedure and then secured the tube, but he offered two words in response to a very unwelcome guest in his resuscitation room.
‘Get out.’
The celebrity physician did not.
Luke repeated his command, but added a couple of expletives this time, and everyone startled because Luke rarely showed emotion. He never really swore or raised his voice. He didn’t need to assert himself angrily. He just chose to now.
No one present could even guess at Luke’s true loathing for this man.
Luke listened to Anya’s chest again and, happy that the tube was in the correct position and that her air entry was better, he pulled off his stethoscope and asked Vince to repeat whatever it was he had just mumbled.
‘I’m not leaving Anya,’ he said.
‘Oh, but you are,’ Luke responded. ‘Unless you can tell me, right now, exactly what Anya has taken, and why it took so long for you to get her here, you are to leave my area now.’
Foolishly he did not.
David, the anaesthetist, arrived then and took over the care of Anya’s airway. Luke called for more anti-opiate and inserted that into Anya’s IV line and then awaited its effect.
‘Can we can call for Security?’ Luke said.
‘Security?’ Heather checked, knowing that they were busy outside and wondering why they might be needed in here.
‘I want him out,’ Luke responded, and as he did so he briefly turned to the unhelpful and unwelcome visitor in his emergency room who was diverting his concentration yet still refused to move.
Luke kicked at a silver metal trolley. It clattered into a wall and the implication was clear—Anya’s private physician would be leaving by any method that Luke saw fit to use.
Paul’s assessment had been right after all—the place was about to blow, only not for the reasons anyone had been expecting!
What the hell was going on with Luke?
‘You make me sick!’ Luke shouted, and, wisely perhaps, Vince chose to leave.
Everyone glanced at each other but Luke made no comment. He simply did all he could to focus his attention fully on Anya, who was on the very brink of death.
It was a long and lengthy resuscitation.
The drugs were reversed and her heart started beating but she had aspirated too. It was more than an hour before they had Anya under control. Then it was another fifteen minutes before she started to rouse and began gagging at the tube.
‘It’s okay, Anya,’ Luke said, and then blew out a long breath because for a while there he hadn’t thought that it would be. ‘You’re in hospital.’
Anya was fighting and confused, which were good signs—all her limbs were moving and her terrified eyes briefly met Luke’s before David put Anya into an induced coma.
‘I want her up on ICU,’ David said, and looked over at Heather, who was just returning from a lengthy phone call with Admin. ‘Can you call them and ask how long until they’re ready and then arrange to clear the corridor?’
Heather nodded. ‘I’ll get onto it now. Luke, will you speak to the press?’
Luke hated how normal policy seemed to have been thrown out of the window. He was certain, quite certain, without checking, that the department would have seen several drug overdoses overnight. He just loathed how everything had changed simply because of who Anya was.
‘I’ll speak with Anya’s family first,’ Luke said in response to her request.
Even Heather had the grace to blush. ‘I’ve put them all in the staffroom.’
‘Who?’ Luke checked.
‘Her manager, the vocal coach, her doctor, her bodyguards. Scarlet’s in there too.’
‘Scarlet’s her daughter,’ Paul added, because unless it was rugby or medicine, no doubt Luke wouldn’t have a clue who she was.
‘Okay, I’ll speak with her now,’ Luke said, as he binned his gloves and gown.
He walked out and although the department had grown busy in the hour or so that he had been working on Anya, all eyes were on Luke as he walked past. Everyone wanted to know what was going on and how Anya was.
Luke didn’t stop to enlighten them.
Instead, he walked around to the staffroom and saw that Anya’s huge entourage were all there on their phones. As Luke went to go in and speak with the daughter, one of them had the nerve to ask for his ID.
‘It’s your ID that I need here,’ Luke responded, and with that line he warned them how any dealings with him would be.
‘How is she?’ a frantic woman asked.
‘We’ve been waiting for more than an hour for an update,’ another person said.
Luke just ignored them and walked into the very full staffroom. ‘I’m Luke Edwards, I’ve been taking care of Anya. I’d like to speak with the immediate family.’
And there, in the midst of it all, she was.
Scarlet.
Still beautiful, Luke thought.
She was sitting, trembling, with her head in her hands. Even her cloud of black ringlets was shaking as her knees bobbed up and down. She seemed oblivious to her surroundings but then she suddenly