Holby: the Next Generation.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER FOUR
Pouring himself another finger of whisky, Tom Campbell-Gore tossed the amber liquid to the back of his throat and swallowed, holding out his right hand to see if his fingers had stopped their shaking. Detecting a still visible tremor he poured himself a double measure and tossed it off in the same fashion.
A sharp rap on the door made him reach for the bottle again and quickly hide it in his bottom draw. He was seen shuffling papers around on his desk by the time his visitor had arrived.
"Sorry to trouble you Mr Campbell-Gore, but you asked to be notified when Mrs Marchinson arrived. Sandy is just making her comfortable now. Here is her file." Chrissie Williams said with a brief smile offering the folder to the surgeon.
"Thank you, I'll look at it in a minute."
Chrissie frowned. Rumours were rife of course, but there was little she could do to ease circumstances. She thought back with a certain fondness to the time when Anton Meyer was still the Clinical Chairman and.
"If that will be all Sister?"
Abruptly Chrissie realised she was daydreaming and quickly pulled herself together. Giving Campbell-Gore a look, which for one moment reflected the utter perplexities of life, she turned on her heel and left the way she'd come.
She nearly bumped into Sandy on her way out.
"Watch where you're going Nurse Harper!" she snapped out of reflex, then paused, "Is Mrs Marchinson settled?"
"Yes Sister, she's in Bay 5. 'Er husbands with 'er, only he's not very happy on account that Mr Campbell-Gore aint been in to see them yet. I told them that 'e was running a little late with his appointments this afternoon. I 'ope that's all right?"
"Yes it's fine of course," Chrissie returned, and looked across at the nurses' board. "Mr Cooper's light is flashing. you'd better deal with that next."
"Yes Sis." Sandy started when Mr Marchinson appeared in the doorway to his wife's room.
"Please. you'd better hurry.
"Blimy!" Sandy said from the doorway where she'd trailed in after Chrissie, "She's coding all ready."
"Well don't just stand there, fetch Mr." Sister Williams had been about to say Campbell-Gore when she remembered the unmistakable smell in his office as she'd walked in. "Fetch Mr Griffin," she finished instead.
Sandy's eye's widened fractionally.
"Hurry girl, get on with it."
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER FOUR
Pouring himself another finger of whisky, Tom Campbell-Gore tossed the amber liquid to the back of his throat and swallowed, holding out his right hand to see if his fingers had stopped their shaking. Detecting a still visible tremor he poured himself a double measure and tossed it off in the same fashion.
A sharp rap on the door made him reach for the bottle again and quickly hide it in his bottom draw. He was seen shuffling papers around on his desk by the time his visitor had arrived.
"Sorry to trouble you Mr Campbell-Gore, but you asked to be notified when Mrs Marchinson arrived. Sandy is just making her comfortable now. Here is her file." Chrissie Williams said with a brief smile offering the folder to the surgeon.
"Thank you, I'll look at it in a minute."
Chrissie frowned. Rumours were rife of course, but there was little she could do to ease circumstances. She thought back with a certain fondness to the time when Anton Meyer was still the Clinical Chairman and.
"If that will be all Sister?"
Abruptly Chrissie realised she was daydreaming and quickly pulled herself together. Giving Campbell-Gore a look, which for one moment reflected the utter perplexities of life, she turned on her heel and left the way she'd come.
She nearly bumped into Sandy on her way out.
"Watch where you're going Nurse Harper!" she snapped out of reflex, then paused, "Is Mrs Marchinson settled?"
"Yes Sister, she's in Bay 5. 'Er husbands with 'er, only he's not very happy on account that Mr Campbell-Gore aint been in to see them yet. I told them that 'e was running a little late with his appointments this afternoon. I 'ope that's all right?"
"Yes it's fine of course," Chrissie returned, and looked across at the nurses' board. "Mr Cooper's light is flashing. you'd better deal with that next."
"Yes Sis." Sandy started when Mr Marchinson appeared in the doorway to his wife's room.
"Please. you'd better hurry.
"Blimy!" Sandy said from the doorway where she'd trailed in after Chrissie, "She's coding all ready."
"Well don't just stand there, fetch Mr." Sister Williams had been about to say Campbell-Gore when she remembered the unmistakable smell in his office as she'd walked in. "Fetch Mr Griffin," she finished instead.
Sandy's eye's widened fractionally.
"Hurry girl, get on with it."