Laden with blankets and tea, Sister Brigid arrived at the accident site at the cliff top. She looked around for a moment; several people with minor injuries were sitting on grass verges, being tended to by Staff Nurse Taylor, Frankie Robinson and a couple of passers-by. Matron was talking to one of the rescue workers near the edge.
Brigid moved up to Matron and waited until she'd finished. As she saw her, a slight look of surprise registered on her face.
"I've brought tea and blankets Matron. I thought you would be in need of some."
"Yes thank you. I don't suppose you could help could you?" Matron said, her gaze flicking between Brigid and the bottom of the cliffs.
"Yes of course. That's why I'm here. It doesn't change anything though."
"No, no." Matron's gaze finally rested at the cliff bottom, an uneasy expression on her face.
Brigid followed her gaze. "What happened?"
"Fossil hunters were walking along the top here and the cliff gave way from under them. There are a few more casualties down there. Doctor Ormerod is down there as well but we can't see him. The rescue worker I was just talking to said he must have moved further along the rocks. The tide will be up to the cliff in ten minutes." She looked worriedly at Brigid for a second. "Right here's another one." She referred to a patient being pulled up the cliff and left Brigid standing there.
Panic felt like a caged bird in her chest, its wings flapping furiously. She looked once more over the edge, vainly trying to spot the doctor, but all she saw were rescue workers and the ever rapidly advancing tide. The noise of the waves crashing on the rocks was indistinguishable from the roaring in her head as her worry for Doctor Ormerod heightened with each passing minute.
She swallowed, tore her eyes away and moved away from the cliff edge to aid the injured people.