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Jan. 27th, 2008 06:20 pm"Okay, what have we got?"
The ward sister puts the phone down.
"Guppy, I need you to take the one coming in by ambulance, ETA two minutes. Male, mid fifties, currently stable but serious lacerations to the left leg, diverted from City."
"I'm on it." Guppy heads towards the ambulance bay, gathering a nurse on the way. The paramedics arrive promptly and unload the patient. As Guppy goes forward to help them lift the man down, he glances up into the back of the ambulance...
"Mum?" Then he looks at the man on the trolley. "Darvesh, visiting me at work again?"
His uncle looks down at the end of the trolley and groans.
"I want a different doctor!"
"Can't pick and choose mate, sorry." One of the paramedics nods at Guppy. "Sorry doc, I recognised the surname but your mum didn't want you worried." They move the trolley towards Resus. "For formalities; Darvesh Sandhu, refuses to give his date of birth, serious dog bites to left leg with arterial bleeding. GCS fifteen throughout, BP 110/70, SATs 98%, pulse 120. Treatment was delayed because we had to get the police to get rid of the dog. He's had morphine and metaclopramide." The paramedic gives the doses.
Guppy nods, glancing back up at his mum. "Are you two okay?"
"Anita's fine, I was bitten when I pulled... that thing off. It's not bad."
"Okay, Jenny, can you please take Mrs Sandhu through to cubicles and get that looked at." Guppy helps slide his uncle onto the bed.
"Are you going to say you told me so?" His uncle asks.
"No, of course not. I'm going to help you, I promise. Can we cross-match four units of blood and fastbleep the surgical reg please."
"BP's dropping. He lost a lot at the scene."
Guppy works quickly; no time to wait for backup now. He carefully works to tie off the offending arterial bleed, just as Holly and the surgical registrar arrive.
"Nicely done." The surgeon comments, nodding at Guppy. "We'll sort out the rest in theatre."
Guppy gets rid of the gloves and apron, washes his hands, then goes to see his mother. Anita is in a portable cot at the end of the cubicle bed as he goes in, but he resists picking her up long enough to go to his sobbing mother.
"It's okay, he'll be fine." He says gently. "He needs surgery and he'll be in for a little while, but there's no reason why he shouldn't make a full recovery."
His mother looks up at him.
"Could he have died?"
"Without medical attention, yes. How's your hand?"
"I'll live, it's just a cut." She shows him, wiping her tears with another. "I... I nearly didn't go out to him, because I didn't want to leave Anita in the house on her own. In case that... thing killed us both and then went back for her."
"Mum, much as I have a downer on dogs, you don't get many dogs that kill adults, and very few that maim people." Guppy sits on the edge of the bed. "Where did you get that thing from?"
She doesn't answer. Guppy leans over to hug her, but she moves away.
"I need to be with Darvesh. Can you please look after Anita for a few days?"
"Of course. But you know he'll be just fine." Guppy picks up Anita, holding her close. His mother begins to make her way out of the cubicle.
"Mum? Why has he been so angry?"
His mother turns back.
"You turned the whole family against us."
Guppy gets up, taking the bag of baby supplies in his free hand.
"How could I? I was just a pawn in your game." He faces her. "You and Darvesh suit each other perfectly. I am never, ever, going to stop doing what right, and what is best for Ani, so it will be best for all of us if you two start acting like adults. I will put in a good word for you with the family if I see good things. That is more than either of you deserve."
"Don't you have any idea how you've made me feel?" His mother shouts after him as he goes. Several members of staff stare discreetly.
"Yes. Except you and dad did it to me on purpose. Welcome to my world mother."
The ward sister puts the phone down.
"Guppy, I need you to take the one coming in by ambulance, ETA two minutes. Male, mid fifties, currently stable but serious lacerations to the left leg, diverted from City."
"I'm on it." Guppy heads towards the ambulance bay, gathering a nurse on the way. The paramedics arrive promptly and unload the patient. As Guppy goes forward to help them lift the man down, he glances up into the back of the ambulance...
"Mum?" Then he looks at the man on the trolley. "Darvesh, visiting me at work again?"
His uncle looks down at the end of the trolley and groans.
"I want a different doctor!"
"Can't pick and choose mate, sorry." One of the paramedics nods at Guppy. "Sorry doc, I recognised the surname but your mum didn't want you worried." They move the trolley towards Resus. "For formalities; Darvesh Sandhu, refuses to give his date of birth, serious dog bites to left leg with arterial bleeding. GCS fifteen throughout, BP 110/70, SATs 98%, pulse 120. Treatment was delayed because we had to get the police to get rid of the dog. He's had morphine and metaclopramide." The paramedic gives the doses.
Guppy nods, glancing back up at his mum. "Are you two okay?"
"Anita's fine, I was bitten when I pulled... that thing off. It's not bad."
"Okay, Jenny, can you please take Mrs Sandhu through to cubicles and get that looked at." Guppy helps slide his uncle onto the bed.
"Are you going to say you told me so?" His uncle asks.
"No, of course not. I'm going to help you, I promise. Can we cross-match four units of blood and fastbleep the surgical reg please."
"BP's dropping. He lost a lot at the scene."
Guppy works quickly; no time to wait for backup now. He carefully works to tie off the offending arterial bleed, just as Holly and the surgical registrar arrive.
"Nicely done." The surgeon comments, nodding at Guppy. "We'll sort out the rest in theatre."
Guppy gets rid of the gloves and apron, washes his hands, then goes to see his mother. Anita is in a portable cot at the end of the cubicle bed as he goes in, but he resists picking her up long enough to go to his sobbing mother.
"It's okay, he'll be fine." He says gently. "He needs surgery and he'll be in for a little while, but there's no reason why he shouldn't make a full recovery."
His mother looks up at him.
"Could he have died?"
"Without medical attention, yes. How's your hand?"
"I'll live, it's just a cut." She shows him, wiping her tears with another. "I... I nearly didn't go out to him, because I didn't want to leave Anita in the house on her own. In case that... thing killed us both and then went back for her."
"Mum, much as I have a downer on dogs, you don't get many dogs that kill adults, and very few that maim people." Guppy sits on the edge of the bed. "Where did you get that thing from?"
She doesn't answer. Guppy leans over to hug her, but she moves away.
"I need to be with Darvesh. Can you please look after Anita for a few days?"
"Of course. But you know he'll be just fine." Guppy picks up Anita, holding her close. His mother begins to make her way out of the cubicle.
"Mum? Why has he been so angry?"
His mother turns back.
"You turned the whole family against us."
Guppy gets up, taking the bag of baby supplies in his free hand.
"How could I? I was just a pawn in your game." He faces her. "You and Darvesh suit each other perfectly. I am never, ever, going to stop doing what right, and what is best for Ani, so it will be best for all of us if you two start acting like adults. I will put in a good word for you with the family if I see good things. That is more than either of you deserve."
"Don't you have any idea how you've made me feel?" His mother shouts after him as he goes. Several members of staff stare discreetly.
"Yes. Except you and dad did it to me on purpose. Welcome to my world mother."
