Baby Twins to Bind Them (Mills & Boon Medical) Read online

  ‘I shall,’ Candy said, trying to keep the edge from her voice. Elaine was a funny little thing, with a very long, wide mouth that opened often.

  She reminded Candy of a puppet.

  ‘Why does she have to lift her tongue, Elaine?’ Steele asked from the computer, and Candy felt her lips stretch into a smile because clearly he had Elaine worked out too.

  ‘To make sure that she’s not hiding any under there,’ Elaine said, and looked at Candy to make sure that she understood the instruction.

  ‘Thanks,’ Candy said. ‘I’ll make sure that she takes them.’

  As Elaine left the room Abigail winked. ‘Matron Elaine!’

  ‘Her heart’s in the right place, though,’ Gloria, the sister in charge of the day shift, said. ‘But, oh my, she’s hard work. Elaine insists on calling everything by its technical name. The patients haven’t a clue what she’s asking. Just this evening she asked Mr Heath if she could check for scrotal oedema.’ Gloria smiled as she recalled it. ‘He said, “Do you mean my balls, dear?” It was too funny.’

  They were all very nice and after handover Elaine gave Candy a quick tour of the ward before she headed for home.

  Actually, it wasn’t that quick—Elaine was incredibly thorough, going through everything in detail when really Candy wanted to get started.

  ‘I think that covers everything,’ Candy said. ‘Thanks for the tour.’

  ‘I’ll just show you where the torches and things are kept,’ Elaine said, but Candy looked at the clock and it was already nearly ten. ‘Go.’ Candy smiled. ‘It’s Friday night. Enjoy it!’

  Elaine gave a little nod and finally headed for home and then Candy went to check on her patients for the night.

  Mr Heath was indeed looking better.

  ‘Hello, Candy.’ He smiled when she came over and he put down the book that he was reading.

  ‘You remember me?’ Candy asked in surprise, because Mr Heath had been so distressed in Resus that he hadn’t seemed very aware of his surroundings or able to hear what anybody except Steele was saying.

  ‘Of course I do.’

  ‘Well, it’s lovely to see you looking so much better,’ Candy said. She then did his obs and gave him his medications for the night and, as she did so, they chatted for a while.

  ‘I’m hoping to go home on Monday,’ Mr Heath said. ‘My granddaughter gets married next week.’

  ‘How exciting,’ Candy said. ‘Is it a big wedding?’

  ‘Huge!’ Mr Heath nodded. ‘She’s marrying an Ital...’ His voice trailed off.

  ‘Don’t stop on my account.’ Candy grinned. ‘I know what Italian weddings can be like. I must be the only girl in the world who’s dreaded her wedding day since she was little rather than dreamt of it.’

  Mr Heath laughed. ‘Will it be big?’

  ‘You have no idea,’ Candy said. ‘I have four older brothers, all married, and my mother is itching for it to be my turn. She buys sheets and towels for me when she shops—oh, and washing baskets and the like. I’m all set up!’ Candy smiled. ‘Apart from the groom.’

  It was, in fact, a very friendly ward and the staff didn’t mind that Candy had a few questions every now and then. But as she went to do Macey’s medications, Candy frowned and looked around for Abigail, but she was in with Mrs Douglas, who was very sick indeed.

  ‘Problem?’ Steele had come onto the ward and was writing up some medication for a patient who wasn’t Candy’s.

  ‘No, I just want to check something,’ Candy said, taking the prescription chart over to him. ‘Macey’s written up for sherry, but she’s on a lot of other medication.’

  ‘No doubt she’ll be having the sherry when she gets home,’ Steele pointed out. ‘Though I don’t think you have to worry about it tonight—she’s not having her sherry at the moment. She’s not really having much of anything.’

  He was right. Candy was shocked at the change in Macey. She’d been a fierce, proud woman when she had arrived in the emergency department but now she just lay on her side and stared into space. She didn’t say anything when Candy introduced herself and her arm was listless when Candy checked her blood pressure.

  ‘I’ve got your tablets for you, Macey,’ Candy explained, and she helped her to sit up to take them. The old lady took her tablets without a word of protest and then tried to take the water Candy offered, but her hands were shaking terribly so Candy held the glass and helped her take a drink to wash them down. ‘Sorry, Macey, but can you lift your tongue for me?’

  She lifted her tongue and, yes, she had swallowed all the tablets rather than hiding them. Then she lay back down on the pillow.

  ‘Can I get you anything else?’ Candy offered. ‘A drink?’

  Macey gave a small shake of her head and Candy looked at the fluid balance and food charts. She was on an IV, and that was, apart from the water she took with her medicines, practically all that Macey was having at the moment.

  ‘Macey,’ Candy suggested as she put another blanket on and turned her pillows, ‘why don’t I get you some milk?’

  Her lethargy was troubling. Candy would far prefer her to be shouting at her and telling her that she wasn’t a nurse’s bootlace.

  ‘Some warm milk,’ Candy elaborated. ‘I know your hands are a bit shaky at the moment but I can help you to drink it. Will you have some milk?’

  Macey didn’t say yes but at least she didn’t shake her head this time.

  Steele looked over and saw Candy hovering, sorting out pillows and blankets on Macey’s bed. He half expected Macey to shout for her to get off as she had done when she’d been with the other nurse that afternoon, but he was pleased to see that tonight Macey didn’t seem to mind the small attention.

  Steele liked Candy, which had certainly come as a surprise to him.

  The attraction had been instant, yet Candy was nothing like the women Steele usually dated.

  Oh, he dated.

  A lot.

  Steele went for sophisticated women. He liked women who understood right from the start that this could only ever be a fleeting thing for he was never anywhere long. Six months here, two years there and now just six weeks here.

  Steele glanced at the date. He had been here almost a week, so make that five weeks he had left at the Royal.

  And Candy was away for the final two of them.

  Steele had already done the marriage-and-settle-down thing and it hadn’t worked.

  Or rather, it had worked, possibly more than he had realised, because ten years on his ex-wife, completely out of the blue, had rung him. Her second marriage had failed and she had suggested that they give it another go. Even before Steele could answer her and say he had never heard a more ridiculous suggestion in his life she had added her little postscript—there was one proviso to them getting back together.

  There had been a lot of advances in technology after all.

  Ten years on the hurt was there and she had just hit it with a sledgehammer again. His one raw nerve, the one chink in his confident persona, had been exposed again. Steele had promptly hung up on her without response because otherwise he might well have exploded and told her exactly the words that were in his head.

  They weren’t pretty.

  For Steele, finding out that he was infertile had been a huge blow. His wife’s response to the news had been devastating.

  He made sure now he was never in a position to reveal that part of himself again. He kept things light; he kept things intimate sexually rather than emotionally.

  Then he moved on.

  Candy walked past just then, carrying a feeding cup, and she went over and helped Macey to sit up.

  Candy didn’t say anything; she just gave Macey a smile as the elderly lady took sips of the milky drink. That was all Macey wanted for now: no conversation, just a warm drink and the comfort of companionable silence.

  Candy was fine with that—she was used to it, in fact.

  When she’d been ten, her nonna had come to live with them. Candy’s
job in the morning had been to make sure Nonna got her biscotti and milky coffee and then to see her to the bathroom and make up her bed. Candy had loved the mornings—the chatty ones when Nonna had told her all about the village that she had grown up in. The reminiscent ones when Nonna had spoken about falling in love and the parties and dancing. The sad ones—leaving Italy and the death of her husband, Candy’s nonno. Candy had been comfortable too with the silent mornings, when Nonna had just eaten quietly, lost in a world of her own, as Macey was now.

  ‘Do you want a bedpan?’ Candy offered Macey when the milk was gone.

  ‘I’ll go...’ Macey sighed and pulled back the bed covers.

  Glad to see that she was making the effort to get out of bed, Candy helped her with her slippers and got Macey her walking frame and they walked over to the bathroom.

  Candy waited outside and when Macey came to wash her hands Candy sorted the taps and squeezed the soap for her. Macey washed her hands very thoroughly. Her nail varnish was chipped and Candy watched her examine her nails for a moment, clearly less than impressed with the state of her hands.

  ‘I’ll sort your nails out for you on Sunday,’ Candy offered, and then took Macey back to her bedside, where she asked her to sit for a moment. ‘Sit there and let me make it up all nice and fresh for you to get into.’

  Candy made the bed so nicely that she wanted to climb in it herself. ‘You’d better get in quickly or I will.’

  ‘You look tired,’ Macey said, and Candy smiled at the first invitation to conversation.

  ‘I am, though I shouldn’t be,’ Candy said. ‘I slept all afternoon.’

  She got the older woman into bed, put up the bed rails and tied the call bell to the side. ‘Press it if you need anything,’ Candy said. ‘I hope you have a lovely sleep.’

  Candy sorted out her other patients and, by one a.m., when Abigail asked if she’d mind taking the first break, Candy was more than ready for an hour to rest. It would seem she wasn’t the only one who needed a doze, because when she walked into the break room there was Steele, asleep on a sofa with the television on in the background.

  ‘Aloha,’ he said sleepily, when Candy disturbed him as she took a seat.

  ‘Aloha.’ Candy smiled. ‘How come you’re still here?’

  ‘I’m waiting for some relatives to come in for Mrs Douglas.’

  Candy remembered from handover that Mrs Douglas wasn’t expected to make it through the night.

  ‘How long is it now till your holiday?’ Steele asked.

  ‘Three weeks,’ Candy said, and set her phone alarm for an hour’s time. She saw the date and that it was now Saturday morning. ‘Actually, just under three weeks. I fly on a Friday night.’

  ‘Are you working right up till then?’

  Candy nodded and then yawned at the very thought. ‘I almost go from here to the airport.’

  ‘Is it just you going?’

  ‘Yep.’

  ‘I thought Hawaii was more a couples’ destination,’ Steele said, fishing shamelessly.

  ‘I think you may be right but I saw an advert and I couldn’t resist,’ Candy admitted and nodded to the television, where an infomercial for knives was showing. ‘It was a limited offer, with a huge discount for the first ten to call...I fall for it every time’

  ‘Yep.’ Steele nodded. ‘And me. I bought the juicer, the chopper and some blender thing until I finally worked out that nothing is going to make me like vegetables.’

  ‘It’s one of the perils of working nights,’ Candy agreed. ‘What looks appealing at two a.m. seems stupid when the parcel arrives. Anyway, I saw the advert for the holiday when I was feeling particularly miserable. It looked absolutely beautiful and I really needed to get away...’

  ‘How come?’

  ‘Lots of things really.’

  ‘Such as?’

  Candy hesitated. She hadn’t really spoken to anyone about the fact she was considering leaving. She glanced at Steele and realised that by the time she got back from Hawaii he’d be gone, so it really made no difference. ‘I’m not sure if I still want to work in Emergency.’

  ‘It must be a pretty stressful job.’

  ‘It is at times.’ Candy nodded. ‘Though it’s not just that. I made a mistake couple of months back.’ She didn’t elaborate; instead, she lay down on the sofa, determined to squeeze in some sleep during her break.

  ‘A professional mistake?’ Steele probed, and Candy let out a small laugh at his very direct question.

  ‘No, it was a personal one.’

  ‘Do tell.’

  ‘No way.’

  ‘So there are two things I have to find out about you now,’ Steele teased. ‘The story behind your name and the mistake that Nurse Candy made.’

  ‘You can try, but it won’t get you anywhere,’ Candy said, and closed her eyes. ‘I’m going to have a little rest.’

  ‘Hopefully you talk in your sleep.’

  She smiled with her eyes closed and was mildly surprised when after a moment or so Steele continued to speak.

  ‘We all make mistakes, Candy,’ he said. His lovely deep voice was soothing and broke into her semi-doze. ‘If I’ve learnt one thing in this job, it’s that everyone makes so-called mistakes and also that everyone wastes way too much time regretting them.’

  She opened her eyes and looked at him. ‘You really do like your job,’ Candy said, and it wasn’t a question, more an observation, and Steele nodded.

  ‘I really do.’

  Yes, she should sleep and her aching body might regret it later but she chose to forgo the full hour of sleep just to find out a little more about him. She lay there and peeked over to Steele, who was still looking at her.

  ‘Did you always want to work in geriatrics?’

  ‘Not really,’ Steele said. ‘It sort of found me, I guess. I was pretty much raised by my grandmother...’

  ‘Are your parents...?’ Her voice trailed off and Steele grinned.

  ‘They’re not dead.’

  ‘Good.’

  ‘My parents are both doctors and were very serious about their careers. I was a late accident. I don’t think they ever really wanted to have children. My mother was a top thoracic surgeon—which means she had balls.’

  Candy laughed.

  ‘My grandmother looked after me till I went to boarding school and in the holidays I stayed with her.’ He saw her frown. ‘My parents are good people. They were just very, very focused. Anyway, when I went to my grandmother’s for Easter one year, she was very confused. Just completely off the wall. I rang my mother and she pretty much would have had her shipped off to a nursing home that day.’

  ‘Really?’ Candy said.

  ‘Really!’ Steele nodded. ‘But the GP came and it turned out all she had was a urine infection. He explained the confusion it could cause in the elderly. Anyway, two days later she was completely back to herself. It just stayed with me, I guess.’

  ‘My nonna lived with us.’ Candy yawned. ‘I think my mother thinks she’ll be living with me...’

  ‘Did your mother work?’ Steele asked, and Candy shook her head. ‘You do, though. You have a career.’

  Candy looked at him. Right there, right then, she felt as if he knew the wrestle in her heart because though she loved her parents they clashed a lot as Candy struggled to be independent when they didn’t want her to be. ‘I do have a career,’ Candy said, ‘and I had to fight to have one.’

  ‘Have your rest.’ He smiled and Candy nodded.

  She’d had to fight to simply be here, Candy thought as she closed her eyes. Her parents had wanted her to marry Franco, and for her to work in the family business. They hadn’t understood that she’d wanted to study to become a nurse.

  Candy fell asleep but it felt about twenty seconds later that her phone bleeped and told her that her hour was up and it was time to go back to work. The staffroom was empty and when she went round to the ward Steele wasn’t there either.

  She liked him.

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sp; Candy knew it properly then because she preferred the feel on the ward when he was around.

  The rest of the night flew past quickly. Candy helped out with Mrs Douglas while Abigail took her break and then it was time to start her morning routine. At seven-thirty, after handover, Candy said goodbye to her patients and told Macey that she would be in tomorrow morning and, if Macey liked and Candy had time, then she would do her nails.

  Macey said nothing.

  As Candy walked along the main entrance corridor she saw Steele on his way into work. His hair was damp from his morning shower and he was wearing a dark grey suit and fresh shirt, though he hadn’t yet done up his tie. He was standing looking at one of the pictures that lined the corridor, images of the hospital and the changes over the years. Renovations were taking place throughout the Royal.

  ‘What are you looking at?’ she asked.

  ‘Come and see,’ Steele invited, and as she stood beside him he started to do up his tie. ‘Do you recognise anyone?’

  Candy peered at the image that he had been focused on. It was a group of nurses and doctors standing in the gardens at the rear of the hospital. It looked like a presentation had just taken place as some of the nurses were sporting medals. Candy smiled when she saw the long dresses and aprons that the nurses were wearing as well as their hats and capes. Then she saw just who it was that Steele was looking at. ‘Oh, my goodness, it’s Macey.’

  ‘It is indeed.’

  She had the same wild curly hair, though it was tamed by a frilly white cap. Her cheekbones were high and her lips, though smiling, looked a touch strained. Her cape was around her shoulders and Candy smiled at the red cross that it made on her chest.

  She looked incredibly young but certainly it was Macey.

  ‘Do you think she’ll come out of her depression?’ Candy asked.

  ‘Now I do.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  But Steele didn’t answer her directly. ‘You were very good with her last night. I’m glad she had a drink and got up to the bathroom. How was she this morning?’