The hours were long for Dr. Ogden. She had worked heart and soul to save the young man unconscious in her care for a long time. She asked Dr. Garland beeping because an intervention was necessary. But when she thought things were getting better, that the state of the young man was stable enough to take him to the floor above for surgery, he dropped again, asking his attention .
-Bloody Hell Detective, she said almost angrily as she put the defibrillator again on his chest, will not die. Please, fight.
His heart went again and she sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a moment.
-The block is ready Doctor, said a nurse at her side.
-He is ready,Julia said breathlessly.
Then she looked again the body of the young man asleep, feeling a pang of sadness tighten her heart while he was only a stranger, than just hurt. But she could not help but feel more involved than usual. She still had to heart to save his patients, but with regard Detective Murdoch was very different. She felt she HAD to save him as if she wanted to save herself.
-Doctor? Said her colleague again. We need to send him to block Dr. Garland awaits his condition may deteriorate if ...
-I know, yet tenderly cut Julia, let's go.
She walked away from the stretcher to see her colleagues take him out of the room and go on the run to the elevator. She sighed deeply and took off her gloves looking th mess that reigned in the room. The strips of gauze soaked with blood, torn clothes of the poor man, gowns and gloves carelessly thrown into a corner. At this time Julia was froze with a violent vertigo, she knew the violence of such injuries but for the first time she felt nauseous.
-Doctor, cried a nurse who was with the detective.
Julia soon realized she had to leave the room quickly and join him, because her heart was screaming that she had to stay with him. She rushed into the elevator to turn at the last moment.
-Looks at his constant Jessica, she whispered as she looked down at him, I'm here Detective, she murmured reluctantly taking his hand, you are not alone so do not leave.
Her colleagues exchanged surprised looks without her noticing. She stood there, holding his hand until he went into the operating room and she watched him in silence.
-You're free for dinner? Darcy said arriving next to her, ensuring still not put his hands on her.
-Uh ... yes, Julia said smiling and back to reality.
-Great, so when I'm finished with him, go to 18:30, he whispered before put a kiss on her lips, I'll pick you beauty, smiled Darcy to leave her and join the room.
Julia stood there alone in the center of the corridor became empty. Then after a few minutes, she went to an adjacent door and went up several steps to get into a completely filled with chairs facing a huge picture window room which was right in the operating room below. Julia sank into a chair in the front row, putting her elbows on her knees and her hands over her mouth. She was unable to look at anything other than the face of the detective, she could not help trembling from head to foot, in fear, praying that everything goes well.
The young man knew the risks of his job. He did not count the number of times he had been wounded, bruises and cuts all kinds sometimes staked out his entire body. William Murdoch was an equally cerebral than manual man, and he often got to cut, or burn his hands without make a report. He knew the risks and he considered himself lucky to have escaped the worst ever.
But after this case, his superior was expeditious; he had to go see a doctor to treat the hand injury he had. He had agreed to obey him against heart. Without asking any questions, he went to the doctor in whom he had complete confidence, that he wanted to see at that moment. He had thus made his way to the morgue, his hand simply wrapped in a damp cloth. She had been aware of the investigation, as always, but not the last items he hastened to bring him down on a stool at the morgue, leaving just look after him in silence. He regularly looked up to her but never met her gaze. She remained silent, concentrating on her task, manipulating his hand in hers gently. William appreciated the soft caresses of her fingers on his skin. Just the feel of her hands on him was a relief. He no longer felt pain and tightness, only pleasant chills gave him a nice little electric shock in his entire body.
Well then, without warning, she stopped and turned her back a sob she tried to stifle his hand. He looked at her with a total misunderstanding, asking her if he had said something wrong. When he met her gaze, he realized. Her moist eyes were so soft that his heart skipped a beat. He saw all the anxiety she had experienced in knowing the risk. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and bit her lower back lips to smile tenderly. Then, without a word, she took his hand in hers and gave it all her attention. William knew that the words would be useless, this reaction had done. She took care of him, it was clear. He realized then that he was a person who was watching over him, his guardian angel. And the thought warmed his heart. He savored the moment, in silence, having understood that any other doctor would have told him long ago that she could leave, but not her, for her, she wanted to keep her with him a few times.
-Julia, I don't understand why you want to charge you with this case? Said the young man walking beside her in the hallway.
-I who welcomed him at the Emergency, justified herself the young woman, and his condition is fragile.
-Indeed, you work in the ER, not in intensive care.
-Isaac, shoot Doctor facing, let me this patient.
-What are you hiding? Why are you care about this case?
She was silent a moment. She did not have the answer at this question, all she knew was that she had to watch over him, nothing more, nothing less.
-I don't know, perhaps because I tried to save his life so he'll save mine.
-Julia, this kind of reaction is not good, no ties irrelevant to your case, you know.
-If I had not been there he would have died Isaac and I feel responsible for him.
-You're just doing your job, as you have done hundreds of times.
-But I have not been there today, I just came to see my father.
-You have spoken of your resignation to Darcy?
-Not yet, sighed Julia, I'll do it later, anyway my dad refuses ... Well then, you let me him, yes or no?
She looked into his friend's for a few seconds before he shakes his head from left to right. He handed her the folder and spoke again barely louder than a whisper.
-Be careful Julia, you take big risks. But I never get to hold your head. He is in room 1895.
She smiled shyly and kissed his forehead before leaving him alone in the hallway. His colleague and friend Dr. Isaac Tash had been at his side since their debut at the University, he probably knew her better than anyone and he knew why he had to watch her reactions. But she also knew that he had always been sensitive to her charms and had to admit that she had used.
Julia sighed deeply and opened the folder of the Detective Murdoch, joining with a firm step the bedroom in which he was still unconscious.
She entered, finding her husband, the patient and a young brunette beside the bed, leaving a hand slip into the dark William hair and the other stroking his fingers.
She exchanged a quick glance with Darcy to smile fondly at the young woman.
-Mrs. Murdoch I'm the Doctor Ogden, it was me who allowed your husband when he arrived in the ER.
-This ... we're not married, I'm Liza Millner, mumbled her.
Julia nodded and turned to the man who stood by hier side and he speak.
-Miss Millner, we will not hide the fact that the status of your ...
-Fiancé , she said smiling shyly.
-His situation is very delicate, said Darcy, the ball done a lot of damage and it's a miracle he is still with us today. But his coma is deep and we do not know at this time if he will wake up one day.
The woman let out a sob and Julia then spoke in turn gently.
-He is strong, she said reassuringly, and I am sure he will do everything to fight and wake up.
-Also, if that's the case, said Darcy, he will need constant care and rehabilitation probably for weeks. The bullet hit the spinal cord.
-You mean he could end up paralyzed?
-For now, it does not take you to imagine the worst, intervened again Dr. Ogden, we must must he is conscious and then we will see changes. HE is perhaps in a coma but he feels the presence of those who love him, talk to him, show him that you are at his side. We'll let you Miss Millner and I'll come back later to see how is your fiancé. If you have any questions I will make a point to respond.
Liza just nodded but did not reply. Darcy went out first and when Julia wanted to close the door behind them, she heard the young woman call.
-Doctor Ogden?
She met her gaze and she spoke.
-Thanks.
Julia just nodded and closed the door softly, coming face to her husband.
-Why is not Isaac who handles this case? He asked her simply.
- He was overwhelmed and as I did his admission he asked me to take charge, she lied.
-And you can not refuse him anything.
-To you neither, she said lovigly slipping her hand on his chest to come play with the hair that were in his neck.
-Mmmh I will try to remember this, he said on her lips before kissing her moments.
She smiled at him and watched him go in silence. Then she took a few steps to stand before the window looking into the room where Detective Murdoch rested. She looked at the young woman carefully examined the motionless body. Liza kissed his forehead, the only area of his face that was not flooded with tubes before bringing his hand to her lips and kissing him, closing her eyes.
At that moment, Julia felt crushed by the weight of the world. She felt a touch of jealousy blacken her heart, without knowing why was the case. But she wanted to be instead of this young woman, as if it was her duty to stand next to the bed, begging him to wake up and kiss on his skin.
to be continued ...