"Shock." I said stupidly before regaining my composure. "Young female aged between 12-16." I said hello to her, spinning round I grab 's tourch and shine it into the patients eyes. "Visual responsive time slow. However puples diolate correctly" I say placing the small tourch back down on the side. Before touchind her legs. "Feeling of the left side of the body is less then on the right. I'd say she suffered trauma to the right side of the brain making her slightly numb on the left hand side, could have been a heart attack or more likely a stroke." I turn round to find a group of doctors gathered, mouths wide open in shock.
Dr Keogh was beaming at me "I told you she was clever." Rita stepped forwards towards me along side her stood a tall brown haired woman with a stern gaze. She was an outhority figure, but I could see straight through her tough act. She had a daughter just younger then me who was hard to manage, her and her husband had divorced he had moved on, but she hadn't, she looked forward to and stressed about her daughter's visits because she didn't want to disappoint her.
"Your a great docor Miss you shouldn't worry about your daughter's views on your life, she's not the boss of you." I said, my hands covered my mouth for the second time today. She looked at me stunned. "I'm so sorry." My brain swarmed with information, I needed a release. 'Let me out. Let me out. Out. Out. Out.' The voice in my head pounded. My vision blured and the room started spinning.
"Are you ok" I hear Dr Keogh say. "Cara" I hear him yelp as I fall to the ground and my world turned black.
"Jesus Cara don't you ever do that again" Jonh said as he sat at the side of my bed, Sherlock stood clearly uncomfortable. Dr Keogh was reading my vitals as I protested I was fine.
"You are fine Cara you have no head damage or internal bleeds we can see for all we know." Sherlock had taken keen intrested in Dr Keogh and was studying him from afar.
"Cara can we have a word." The stern woman said, I think she was head of department. Dr Keogh left but John and Sherlock, well mainly John refused to leave. "Well you made quite an impression Cara, Dylan, I mean dr Keogh told me you were only 14. Is this true." I nod at her. "Cara I know this is alot to ask of someone your age but I would like to offer you a few days working with us as a consultant. Would you like that."
I looked at John and Sherlock who nodded to say they agreed on the idea. "That would be wonderful. Ms Beacham. But I'm supposed to be working with my psychiatrist this week. My school deemed me... unfit." I say tring to fin the right word. She frowns at me so I start shaking.
"Cara whatever is a matter, your so bright and have a great future ahead of you why would you need a psychiatrist." Rita squeezes my arm telling me this is a safe room and whatever said in here is considered private.
"Because I'm Cara Light." I blurted out. Ms Beacham gasped she had obviously seen the newspaper artical.
"Jesus Cara, I'm so sorry, your bravery however is astounding."
"I don't want your pity or your praise." I say. "But I will take your offer. I can work any day this week."
John had hailed me a taxi and told it to drive me home before handing the cabbie £10 to fund expenses. I thanked him and told him id see him and Sherlock tomorrow.
As I was sat in the taxi on the way back home my phone pinged. 'our observations are your survival. M.' Who's M is it Mycroft. Why are they sending me texts. I decided to send one back. 'Who are you M." The reply was so quick it's like the person read my mind. 'A friend.'
