or you can choose not to. But you don’t have any other options.’ He spoke to her as though they were alone in the room. ‘It’s a big decision and I know how daunting this can be but ultimately I wouldn’t expect you to find it a hard decision to make. The consequences of your decision are self-evident. You’re free to talk to the psychologists and the transplant team in more detail, you can ask them anything you want or need to know, but you don’t have a lot of time to decide. Your lungs are failing. Without a transplant you’re on borrowed time.’
Borrowed time. She knew that but it made it more important than ever that she get things sorted. There were things she needed to do. She had to prioritise. She needed to think. She closed her eyes. As she’d hoped, Sam took that as a sign to usher everyone out of the room.
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I need to run a couple more tests and Bella needs to rest. You can come back later.’
Bella thought Lexi was going to argue but she saw her look at Sam before she said anything. Sam gave a slight shake of his head and Lexi stayed quiet. The medical team was leaving the room and Lexi and Evie kissed Bella before they followed. Charlie and Sam were the last ones remaining. Bella looked from one to the other. Charlie was wedged in next to the bathroom doorhandle, he would have to wait until everyone else had left before he’d be able to get out. She needed to ask a favour and if she was running out of time she needed to do it soon. It looked as if Charlie or Sam were her only options. Not that they were bad options. This was a topic she couldn’t discuss with her sisters; she’d tried already and failed, but by the same token she didn’t think it was something to discuss with Sam either.
Bella needed a sounding board. Charlie had offered his help and even though she knew this wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured, perhaps he wouldn’t mind. After all, this concerned Evie and he knew her better than most.
Bella hadn’t seen Charlie for some time. He had been a frequent visitor to the Lockheart home but since Evie had moved out into an apartment there was no reason for Charlie to drop by. But she knew from experience that Charlie was a good listener and he could be relied upon for level-headed advice. She and Charlie had a history of heart-to-hearts, albeit a very short one, and perhaps he could help her again.
Besides, she was running out of time and options. He would have to do.
‘Charlie, could I talk to you for a second?’ she asked. She knew he saw himself as family, maybe he could do this for her.
Bella saw Evie glance back over her shoulder as she left the room. She’d be wondering what on earth Bella needed to talk to Charlie about, wondering why she wasn’t talking to her, but Bella knew this was one thing Evie couldn’t help her with.
CHAPTER TWO
EVIE hesitated when she heard Bella ask Charlie to stay. She wondered what that was all about but she didn’t stop. She had to catch her father before he disappeared again. There were things they needed to talk about.
‘Richard,’ she called out to him. She hadn’t called him ‘Dad’ since she’d started working at the Harbour Hospital. Evie’s paternal great-grandfather had been instrumental in establishing the hospital and Richard was one of its biggest benefactors. Evie hadn’t wanted to be accused of nepotism when she’d joined the staff. Although the Lockheart surname was a clear indication that there was a relationship there, she hadn’t wanted everyone to know just how close the relationship was.
He turned and waited for her to catch up.
‘Where have you been?’ Evie asked. She was furious that she’d heard nothing from him all morning. ‘Why didn’t you return my messages?’ She must have left him half a dozen in total.
‘I tried. Your mobile is switched off.’
Evie knew there would be no apology. She always switched her phone off at work and Richard knew that. He could have guessed she’d be at the hospital, he could have contacted her through other avenues. ‘You could have paged me.’
Never one to back down he said, ‘I spoke to Lexi and came straight here. Tell me, how do we fix this? What can I do?’
‘You can’t buy lungs,’ she replied, knowing that Richard’s preferred way of dealing with things was just to throw large sums of money at a problem until it went away. That wasn’t going to work this time. ‘We just have to wait.’
‘What is Sam doing about this?’
‘There’s nothing he can do other than push Bella up the list, which he has done. It’s all dependent on having a suitable donor and convincing Bella to go ahead with the surgery once compatible lungs are found. All we can do is support her through this.’ Her little sister was in dire straits and while Evie had known this day was inevitable it didn’t make it any less heartbreaking.
She hoped Richard was listening. She hoped, for once, he could be there to support his daughter. She hoped he realised he might never get another shot at this. But she and Lexi would be there for Bella even if her parents weren’t. Which brought her to the next item on her mental checklist.
‘Will you tell Miranda?’ Evie asked.
Evie had started calling her mother by her first name when she was fifteen, when she had finally admitted that her mother preferred her bottle of gin to her daughters. Miranda’s contact with her offspring was sporadic, associated with brief periods of sobriety mostly, although there had been plenty of times when the girls had seen Miranda far from sober. But despite this Evie felt Miranda needed to know what was happening with her second daughter and she thought it was Richard’s job to inform her.
Richard’s expression told Evie all she needed to know but she was not going to let him out of this task. ‘You need to tell her. Whether she can understand what’s going on is not your problem, but she has to be told. I need to get back to work. I’ll see you back here later.’ Evie’s final words were not a question. Someone needed to tell Richard what was required and she was happy to do that. But she’d have to wait and see if he listened.
Bella looked exhausted. She was waiflike, a pale shadow of a figure against the white hospital sheets. She was sitting up in bed and the only exception to her pallor was her auburn curls, which were vibrantly bright against the pillows that were plumped around her. Looking at her, Charlie thought she could pass for eighteen years old but he knew she was in her mid-twenties. She’d been seventeen when they’d first met, almost ten years ago, when he’d gone back to med school and found himself in Evie’s class, and that would make her twenty-six now.
He waited until Bella’s room had emptied itself of all the other occupants before he dragged a chair closer to the bed and sat. ‘What can I do for you?’ he asked. When he’d offered his help he hadn’t expected there would be anything he could do, but his offer had been made in good faith and if Bella needed assistance he would do his best to give it to her.
‘I need an unbiased pair of ears.’
Charlie frowned. Bella wasn’t maintaining eye contact. Instead, she was fidgeting with the bed covers, repeatedly pleating them in her fingers before smoothing them out. He wondered what was bothering her. ‘Is this about the transplant?’
‘Sort of,’ she replied.
‘You are planning on going ahead with it?’
‘Yes.’ Bella nodded and her auburn curls bounced. ‘But I don’t want to talk to you about the actual operation or anything medical. I’m worried about Evie.’ She looked up at him then but her fingers continued to fiddle with the bed sheets.
‘Evie?’ He’d expected that she wanted to discuss the transplant. He had expected to advise her to talk to Sam. Charlie was an orthopaedic surgeon. Lung transplants were Sam’s area of expertise, not his. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘You heard Sam, I’m on borrowed time. I’m not ready to give up yet but there’s no guarantee that a suitable donor will be found in time.’
Her breathing was laboured and when she paused