Summer Fling

‘I have surgery—I can’t be in two places at once.’

‘Well, I think the place you need to be is with Mrs Taylor. Janet thinks she’s broken her leg. You go. I’ll keep the patients happy. Evanna and I will see the ones that we can and the others will just have to wait.’ Kyla waved a hand towards the door. ‘Go forth and heal, oh great one. I can sing and dance and generally entertain them while you swan off like a knight in shining armour.’

‘I’ll start your surgery.’ Ethan stepped forward, cool and unflustered, watching the exchange between them with puzzled curiosity. ‘Why not?’

Logan ran a hand over the back of his neck. ‘Because you’ve been travelling all night? Because you must need a shower and a rest? Because you don’t know the patients or the island? How many more reasons do you need?’

Ethan gave a faint smile. ‘I’m used to travelling and the shower and the rest can wait. As for not knowing the patients or the island … ‘he gave a dismissive shrug of his broad shoulders ‘… I don’t see why that should that be a problem. Presumably Kyla’s on hand if I need help. Keep your mobile on. If I have any questions, I’ll call you.’

‘All right, then. If you’re sure.’ Without further argument Logan reached for his bag. ‘If she’s fractured her hip, I’m going to need the air ambulance, Kyla. I’ll call you.’

‘You do that.’ Kyla watched her brother stride through the door and then picked up a set of keys. ‘All right, Dr Walker. Looks like you’re on duty. I’ll show you your room then I’ll fetch you a cup of coffee. Hopefully that will see you through until we have time for something more—’ She didn’t finish her sentence because the surgery door crashed open and a large man staggered in. His face was pale and shone with sweat, his hand pressed against his chest.

‘Doug!’ Kyla was by his side in a flash, her arm sliding around him in an instinctive offer of support. ‘What’s happened? Are you ill?’

‘Pain.’ His face was contorted in agony and tiny drops of sweat clung to his forehead. ‘Terrible pain in my chest. I was down in the basement, shifting crates of beer, when I started to feel funny. A bit sick, to be honest. Then it hit me all of a sudden. It’s like an elephant on my chest.’

‘Can we lay him down somewhere?’

‘In the consulting room.’

Ethan took the man’s arm and he and Kyla guided him down the corridor into the room. ‘Let’s get you up on the couch, Mr …?’

‘McDonald,’ Kyla said quickly, raising the back of the couch and helping the patient to lie down. ‘Doug McDonald. Fifty-six years of age, been treated for hypertension for the past three years. He’s taking beta blockers, an ace inhibitor and a statin.’

Ethan lifted a brow as he took Doug’s pulse and reached for a stethoscope. ‘You know every patient’s history by heart?’

‘Small community, Dr Walker. What do you need?’

‘Start with oxygen?’

‘There’s a cylinder to your right with a mask already attached, and I expect you’ll want to put a line in. I’ll fetch you the tray.’ Brisk and efficient, she reached into the cupboard, removed the tray and placed it on the trolley next to him. ‘Just breathe normally through that mask, Doug. That’s great. I’ll squeeze while you find a vein, DrWalker.’ She put her hands around Doug’s arm, watching while Ethan stroked the back of his hand, searching for a vein.

‘Do we have the facility to start an IV?’

‘Of course. I’ll run a bag of fluid through for you.’

‘You have good veins, Doug.’ He cleaned the skin, inserted the cannula with the ease of someone who had performed the same procedure successfully a million times before. Kyla gave a faint nod of approval and released her grip on Doug’s arm.

‘You’re doing fine, Doug. Dr Walker will soon have you feeling better. I’ll get the notes up on the screen for you,’ she said to Ethan. ‘That way you’ll be able to see what Logan has been doing.’ She moved over to the desk, flicked on the computer, crossed the room and grabbed the ECG machine from the corner. ‘That computer will just take a minute to wake up.’

Doug gave a grunt of pain, his hand on the mask. ‘I was always afraid that this might happen. It’s why I tried to lose weight. I managed to stop smoking but I just ate more.’ He grimaced and leaned back against the pillow as Ethan connected a bag of fluid. ‘I’ve been trying, really I have. But it’s so hard.’

‘You’ve been doing brilliantly, Doug, you know that. Don’t worry about it now,’ Kyla said quickly, wrapping the blood-pressure cuff around his other arm. ‘We just need to find out what’s happening.’ She checked his BP, showed Ethan the result and he gave her a nod.

‘Can we do a 12-lead ECG?’

‘Already on it.’ Kyla quickly stuck the pads onto the patient and applied the chest leads and limb leads. ‘Just hang in there, Douglas, you’re going to be fine. Dr Walker is a real whiz kid from the mainland. People usually pay a fortune to see him, but you’re getting him free so this is your lucky day.’

She was aware of the sardonic lift of Ethan’s dark brows but chose to ignore him. This was her territory, she reminded herself. There was no way she was going to allow herself to be intimidated by a locum doctor, no matter how slick and handsome.

Doug closed his eyes and gave a wan smile. ‘It doesn’t feel like my lucky day, hen.’

Kyla felt her heart twist at the endearment. She’d known Doug since she’d been a child. ‘Of course it’s lucky because I’m on duty,’ she said lightly, switching on the machine. ‘If you had to be ill then you’ve done it in the right place. You’re going to be OK, Doug.’ She chatted away in a steady, reassuring voice and then looked up as the door opened and a dark-haired girl in a blue uniform hurried into the room.

‘I just drove past Logan breaking the speed limit on the coast road and, judging from the look on his face, I thought you might need some help here.’ Her eyes were gentle and concerned and her ponytail swung as she moved her head. ‘Doug? What have you been doing to yourself?’

‘This is Ethan Walker, the new GP. Ethan, this is Evanna, the other island nurse. Logan’s gone to see Janet’s mother who’s had a fall and our Doug here is having nasty chest pains. Can you call the air ambulance?’ Kyla glanced up at her friend and colleague and used her eyes to transmit the message that the request was urgent. ‘Whatever happens, we’re going to need to transfer Doug to the mainland. Doug, I need to call your wife and let her know what’s happening. Is she home?’