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that something had been given to settle the miserable infant and calm its mother.

      And she wouldn’t look at the clock on the way.

      It was getting too close to that time.

      The moment her world had started to fall apart this time last year. When those sliding doors had opened for two stretchers to be rolled in amongst a team of paramedics that all had the grim faces that advertised how bad this accident had been. With the policeman behind them carrying a baby in its car seat.

      Not that she had had any idea of how bad this really was. Neither had Jack, who was standing in one of the resus rooms, having been summoned as the orthopaedic component of the major trauma team that had gathered to receive the victims of the MVA out on the M74.

      The injuries had been so bad, he hadn’t even recognised his twin brother in those first minutes. It had been Emma who recognised Sarah on the second stretcher. Still conscious. Asking over and over whether Lily was all right and where was Ben?

      She’d had to go into Resus One. Just as Stuart was shaking his head before he glanced up at the clock.

      ‘Time of death, twenty-two thirty-five...’

      ‘Jack?’ It had been so hard to get the words out. ‘Jack...? I think...I think this might be Ben...I’m so, so sorry...’

      Later, she’d wondered if he’d already guessed but had been too shocked to process the information. You’d think that the kind of connection between twins would make it plausible but Jack and Ben had been opposite sides of the same coin, hadn’t they? Ben was the quiet one. The responsible one. The perfect husband and father material that Sarah couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been to find.

      Jack might have mirrored his brother’s career in medicine and achieved even greater popularity and success but he was the wild one of the pair.

      She’d been warned by Sarah to stay away from him.

      Jack had been warned by Ben to stay away from her.

      Not that their disobedience had mattered in the end, because any connection as far as Jack was concerned had evaporated in the instant she’d passed on that devastating news.

      It was another thing she’d lost that night...

      * * *

      Emma sucked in a deep breath. The noises around her seem to be amplified for a moment as she dragged herself back to the present. People shouting. Babies crying. A shriek of pain. Phones ringing. An ambulance call coming through on the radio. Caroline should have gone home ages ago but she was still there, fielding the calls.

      ‘Go ahead, Rescue Seven. Reading you loud and clear. Over...’

      ‘We’re coming to you with a thirty-six-year-old male, result of a motorbike accident on the M74. Query chest injury. Multiple contusions. Query fracture left tib/fib. Vital signs as follows: GCS fifteen, heart rate one-twenty...’

      Breathe, Emma told herself. Without thinking, she reached up to touch her hair, finding the inevitable tight curl that had sprung free from its clip and making sure it was trapped again. It was an action that always made her feel that little bit more in control.

      This was just another accident. Not even a particularly serious one, by the sound of things, but she wasn’t going to take anything for granted.

      ‘I’ll be in Resus One,’ she told Caroline.

      ‘Want me to activate the trauma team?’

      A GCS of fifteen meant that the victim was conscious and alert. Okay, he might have a chest injury but he was breathing well enough for the moment. Part of her job in charge of this department was to make sure she used potentially limited extra resources as wisely as possible.

      ‘Not yet. I’ll take a look at him first. How far away are they?’

      ‘About five minutes.’

      Emma couldn’t help glancing up at the clock as she walked into Resus One and pulled on a disposable gown and some gloves.

      Twenty-two thirty. It would probably be twenty-two thirty-five as they rolled the stretcher in.

      Breathe, she reminded herself again, as she heard the whoosh of the ambulance bay doors.

      Alistair came in and grabbed a gown, closely followed by a nurse. And then the stretcher arrived. Nothing could have prompted Emma to take a breath when she saw who was on the stretcher. The opposite happened as her body and brain both froze. There was just enough breath left to utter a single, horrified word.

      ‘Jack...?’

       CHAPTER TWO

      THE JOY CAME from nowhere.

      It caught her in that moment when Jack opened his eyes and his startled gaze met her own. When she saw the flare of recognition and something more... Relief that he was in a place he knew he’d be cared for? Or was it because he wanted to see her? Was it the reason he’d finally come back?

      It only lasted a heartbeat, that joy, but in that instant, every cell in Emma’s body was singing.

      He’s come back...

      Jack’s here...

      But following so closely on the heels of joy that it morphed with it and then took over was fear.

      He’s hurt...

      Maybe badly hurt...

      She could see the lines of pain etched on his face and in the way he was pressing his lips together as he closed his eyes again.

      This might be the biggest challenge of her career so far in not allowing emotional involvement to interfere with delivering clinical excellence but, to her surprise, Emma found she was up for it.

      It was a relief, even, to turn away from such overpowering feelings to something she knew she could handle. The paramedic who was giving a rapid but thorough handover had her full attention.

      ‘High-speed collision. Mr Reynolds got cut off by someone coming into his lane. He swerved, apparently, but lost control of the bike. GCS is fifteen but he may have been KO’d briefly. I suspect the bike landed on his left leg. We’ve splinted the possible tib/fib fracture there. The chest injury may have come from contact with the handlebars. One sleeve of his jacket got ripped so there’s road rash and a potential fracture on his left forearm.’

      ‘Got his helmet?’

      ‘Yes. Superficial damage but it’s not broken.’

      Emma nodded. She listened to the quick summary of the most recent vital signs and glanced at the monitor, which was showing a rapid but normal heart rhythm. His oxygen saturation level was also good.

      ‘Let’s get him on the bed.’

      As lead physician, it was Emma’s job to be at the head end of their patient. The ambulance crew had put a neck collar on Jack, quite correctly assuming that the mechanism of injury could mean he had a spinal injury, so she had to ensure that the transfer from stretcher to bed did not do anything to risk making it worse. Having the paramedics here was helpful in having enough people to do the job well.

      ‘Three on each side, please. On my count...’ Emma put her hands on either side of Jack’s head. Mostly, all she could feel was the plastic collar but at the base of her hands she could feel the warmth of his scalp. The softness of that shaggy black hair...

      ‘One...two...three...’

      A smooth transfer. Emma had a moment to scan her patient and assess his airway as her colleagues went into a well-rehearsed routine.

      Alistair was unhooking the leads of the ambulance monitor to replace them with their own. A nurse had a pair of shears in her hands.

      ‘I’m sorry, sir, but I’m going to have to cut the rest of your leathers...’

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