Yes,, he was older than her but they were still in the prime of their lives & had everything to live for; four beautiful children that they loved dearly, good jobs and a stable & loving marriage. That day had started off as normal as ever but now Jill's world had been tipped upside down.
Half an hour before hand her and her colleagues had been outside officially opening the new casualty department. Gordon had been missing from the ceremony but they'd put that down to urgent work. Not for a moment did any of them imagine that his life would be in danger. When he'd flung through the casualty doors, scissors penetrating his internal organs, & slid down the wall, it was by far the worst scene Jill had ever seen. It was so much to take in. They'd all scurried around trying to help him as fast as they could. Once they'd got him inside on a bed Mr Rose had quicjly wheeled him away into theatre.
The last short conversation Jill had with her husband before he was taken away will be one that stays with her forever.
'You're going to be alright, you'll see. I love you!'
'I love you too'
And then he was wheeled away. Her weak, breathless & pale husband was wheeled into theatre and put under aesthetic. He never regained consciousness.
Jill stood at the theatre door peering through the window watching ever little movement that Mr Rose did. She prayed, by God did she pray. She knew how serious Gordon's injuries were & his chances of survival were slim but clung onto the fact that he was being operated on by the best surgeon in Elsinby. But no matter how much Jill prayed the inevitable happen. Gordon's internal injuries were too severe, irreparable in fact. He fought for as long as he could but just half an hour after that terrible scene his tired body gave up.
Jill didn't need to be told, she could tell from everybody's faces; the teary eyes, the anger & true sense of lose that her husband was gone. Without thought she charged into the operating theatre and collapsed next to her husband, holding his head in her arms. And whilst she kneeled there, crying with all her heart, the reality of the situation dawned on her. Her Husband & father of her children was gone. How on earth was she going to explain this to the eldest two who had already lost their biologic mother. How was she going to explain to the youngest two what had happened to their daddy? But most of all, how was she going to carry on without the man she loved she very much beside her? No one could understand why the respectable Dr Gordon Ormerod had been attacked. Why had his life been snatched away when he had so much to live for?
