Let's start our story in Holby City Emergency Department.
It was a busy morning for the building, ambulances coming in every 15 minutes and a long waiting line. Inside the structure was full of life, from people darting over to one place then the next, people shouting get me this and that or just trying to get their voice heard in the mass.
However that is enough about the inside we now need to focus on the outside, to be more specific the ambulance and staff entrance. Walking up to the door, Beatrix examined her new home for the next month or so. 'Wonder whether Sister Julienne sent me here as a rouge to get me away from the East End. If it was that was unbelievably great of her,' she thought.
You see Trixie was a complicated soul. Her adoptive mother had just past away from a stroke, she (Sister Evangelina) was the only one who knew the full extent of her past, Sister Julienne had some idea but not the full picture. Over the last week Trixie's nightmares had come true, her biological farther had been let out of prison for which crime he should have had longer. There is no need to go into any more detail as that is Beatrix's story tell in her own time. On top of this all she gave up the love of her life so his child would not suffer through any pain.
As you can tell this woman had world's worth of love in her heart. She could work miracles with mothers that trusted no one which was quite a lot in Poplar, with ex-soldiers nothing was different they saw her as their daughter. Also with children from difficult situations and that felt no one loved or cared for them. People just thought that she was the person that anybody would talk to no matter what they went through. Just a friendly face that will always be there.
Coming up to the front desk of the reception, she asked for Dr Zoe Hanna. Before the words could come out of her mouth three little children walked in without an adult. A little boy and two small girls either side of him, all of which were badly beaten and dressed in rags. Trixie knew this family, she helped them escape the horrors of abuse in London. What they were doing in this area was a mystery? In natural instinct she ran over and cradled them in her arms coming down to their level of height.
"What happened to you lot? I told you to call me if you were in any sort of trouble. Come on let's get you cleaned up and in some warm dry clothes." Trixie looked at their tiny faces, each of them filled with sorrow and fear.
Gary being the oldest of the group spoke first. "We didn't want to worry you Auntie Trixie. I can handle this by myself, so we will be on our way now. Nice to see you again. That doctor is trying to flag you down by the way." Gary was only seven but acted like an adult in order to give his sisters a father figure. The only time he could be a child was when Trixie was there but still he found it difficult to adapt to his new role of lesser responsibility. Trixie looked behind her to see a doctor signalling to not interact with the children, however she chose to completely ignore the woman.
"You stop right there young man. Gary you look at me, the first thing I want you to do is cause me trouble. No matter what even if you just want to have a conversation with someone. Do you understand?" Gary nodded but not really meaning it, Trixie carried on, "By God do not be like me when I was your age. I wish I told someone instead of holding it in and putting on a brave face for the world to see. Someone does care about you and your sisters, despite of what you may think, you are not alone in this world. There are people who care about you me, the others at Nonnatus and Tom. Stop trying to make it on your own, you will fail. Believe me I did. So I never want to hear you say that again. Is that clear?" By this point all was silent, all eyes were on them trying to anticipate what would happen next. Gary was trying so hard to resist the temptation of crying. However it was too much for his tiny body to bear, he burst into tears, launching himself onto Beatrix's shoulders soon followed by his sisters Margaret and Coralline.
Trixie could not remember the last time she saw them cry or if they ever had cried and not got hurt for it. She remembered those days having to cry in secret in fear of being told off.
A new voice joined the group the one of the doctor telling her not to interact with the children. It was kind and gentle but had a tint of authority. "They have been hanging around the door for a month now but since they let no one touch them we couldn't get involved. I presume you are Nurse Franklin midwife and doctor judging by the way you are with those children. We got told you were good with anxious mothers and cases of domestic violence and neglect. However good seems to be an understatement. I am Dr Zoe Hanna clinical lead here at Holby. How on earth did you get anywhere near them?" Zoe was well spoken and dressed compared to Beatrix, who was dressed in an old dress with a floral pattern and had a slight cockney accent. Zoe rubbed the little boy's head and he looked up with wide eyes for a second before burying his head into Trixie's neck. The clinical lead directed them into HDCU (High Dependency Care Unit).