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One rainy afternoon in Popular and Shelagh and Chummy was making dinner for the 'Crew' as they jokingly called them. With 2 men, 4 infants, 2 toddlers and an 11 year old they had a mini army to feed! They decided on Fish and Chips, It was cheap, fast and easy for them to make.

" Chummy can you heat up the oil?" Shelagh asked, as she cut potatoes for chips.

Chummy nodded and went to put Rose in the playpen.

"I set it out for you." Shelagh said smiling.

"Thanks sis." Chummy replied, not realizing she spilt some on the floor. She stood next to the stove waiting for the oil to get hot enough to cook the fish.

"If it's ready the fish is on the table behind you." Shelagh said, pointing behind her then continuing to cut chips.

"Thank you." Chummy repeated.

Chummy went to turn around and grab the fish when she slipped on the oil she had spilled and fell, on the way down her hand hit the hot pot of oil and the whole thing spilled on her.

She fell on her stomach and the oil hit her back, causing a blood curdling scream to come from her.

Peter and Patrick had gotten off work and happened to be walking the same way home, in the distance they heard a scream.

"Someone must have gotten a good scare, eh?" Patrick said, as he and Peter chuckled.

"Eh, I would say so." He replied back.

The two walked in the door only minutes after the accident to find the children screaming and a cry for help. Peter and Patrick went running into the kitchen and saw what happened.

"CAMILLA!" Peter screamed, noticing that she was bleeding from the blow she took on the chair.

"What happened!?" Patrick said, taking a firm grip on his shaking wife. In all her years of nursing she had no idea what to do. Tears poured down her face as she looked at her unconscious friend, the closest bit of family she had. Peter ran to phone the flying squad while Patrick quickly lifted up Chummy's head and applied pressure to stop the bleeding. His shirt was covered in blood and Shelagh was sitting in the having a panic attack, he wished she could run to her and scoop her up, but he needed to stop the bleeding. Peter called the flying squad and Nonnatus, all he could say was a shutter of jumbled words "Chummy. Help. Please." and he hung up, they came as fast as their feet would let them.

Peter sat next to his wife being careful not to touch her as she was covered in burns.

The flying squad transferred the unconscious woman to The London and she was rushed into theater, Sister Evangelina went with Peter and Chummy and sat with him for the many, many hours that it took.

Sister Julienne told Trixie and Cynthia to pack a few days clothes and told the Other nuns that they would need to fill shifts. Sister Julienne went straight to Shelagh and Patrick went clean up the oil and now dried blood. Today was an awful, awful day. Patrick explained what happened to the three women as they tried to hold back tears. Trixie and Cynthia were sent to go Put their things in the guest bedroom and move the two small cotts into the room with them.

"Oh, I never thought about that." Cynthia said, turning her brow.

"What?" Trixie said.

"Chummy was still nursing the babies, they aren't bottle trained, what are we going to do?" The young nurse said, sitting down on the bed, putting her head in her hands.

Shelagh walked by at that very moment and heard everything.

"I will." Shelagh said, concern stricken in her face ready to take anything but 'No' for an answer.

"Oh, Shelagh you can't!" Trixie commented, resting her hands on her hips.

"No. I can. I have over compensated for weeks now, the four feed at different hours. I will be fine." She informed, as the two girls faces dropped.

Both girls knew that they had not even one leg to stand on, as Chummy's closest of kin they were to listen to her, and agreed not to tell sister Julienne. The minute Shelagh told Patrick he almost keeled over in shock. "God has given me more than we need Patrick." He just looked at her like she was crazy. Both sets of twins were all on different schedules. The Noakes ate ate 5 and 6am, 12 and 12:30pm and 7 and 8pm. The Turners at 9 and 10am, 1 and 1:45pm and 8:30 and 9pm. It was going to be a hectic and tiring job, but she knew she had to do it, she would begin them on bottles for lunch just to make things work. Shelagh was now the mum of seven children, It HAD to work.

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