Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 39

In the hospital, she lies there, eyes closed, her face pallid, what can be seen of it at least. Kirstie’s head is swathed in bandages, her neck collared.

Fine tubing threads through a nostril. A stand with a saline bag leads to more tubing which vanishes into dressings on her arms. A monitor to one side flickers and beeps.

I speak in a low voice to the nurse. “How bad is it?”

“Cracked skull, possible brain damage. Broken jaw. Neck fracture. One shoulder and hip are smashed. Arms and leg-bones too on that side. The doctor says she’ll probably need pinning to set the broken bones. Certainly, she’ll need several sessions in surgery. We’re still assessing for internal injuries.”

Ryan sits by the bed. White-faced, red-eyed, unshaven, he speaks like a man half-dead. “I don’t know how she got out. Both her hands and feet were tied. The car was moving. She had no way to protect herself as she landed.” He drops his face into his hands, shuddering. “I should have been there. I should have been with her.”

I lay a hand on his shoulder. “You’re here now. You’ll be the first thing she sees when she wakes.”

“I will, yes. But they’re keeping her sedated for now.”

“Why don’t you get some sleep? You’ll be more use to her if you’re not exhausted.”

“I don’t like to leave her. By herself, among strangers.”

“She’ll not be by herself. I’ll stay with her. I’m staying anyway while the doctors check Charlotte over.”

“How is she?”

“Well enough to argue about it. I had to um, exert my authority to get her to let the doctors near her. Mind you, I think it was her mother who pulled it off. Played the baby card. That did it… Ryan?”

“Yes?”

“I was going to suggest; Charlotte’s going to take some enforced bed rest, though she doesn’t know it yet. Suppose we put her in this room here. Then when Kirstie wakes, they can be company for each other.”

When Kirstie wakes…

Will she wake?

“That’s a good idea. You’re sure you’re okay to stay with Kirstie for now?”

“I’m sure, yes.”

“Thanks, James. I’ll get some sleep then. But if she wakes...”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

He staggers upright. I lay a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not fit to drive, man. I’ll call you a taxi.”

“No need,” comes a voice from behind me. Richard enters. “I’ll get Ross to ferry you and to bring you back.” He’s already talking into his phone.

“Is there anything you need, Ryan?” I ask. “Anything I can do to help?”

“James, the contract…” He looks helplessly at the unconscious Kirstie. “I don’t know if…”

“The contract’s not going anywhere without you, Ryan. Don’t worry about it. There’ll be plenty of work coming your way once Kirstie is up and about, and you can concentrate on your work again.”

“And don’t worry about medical bills,” says Richard, snapping his mobile closed. “It’s all covered under her employment contract. Whatever she needs, it’s covered.” He surveys the haggard Ryan. “You’re done in. Ross will be here in five minutes. He’s at your beck and call for however long it takes. Go home. Sleep yourself out.”

After Ryan leaves, Richard stands over the unconscious girl, shaking his head. “It’s hard to believe isn’t it, the sheer scale of what Ben did?”