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He could see immediately why Sean had found her attractive. It wasn't just that she was pretty, although she was. Very pretty. But her appeal went much deeper than just her looks. She had the widest, most compelling smile he'd ever seen, an infectious laugh and a warmth that wrapped itself around you like a blanket from the moment you met her.
And privately he thought she was going to find A and E work emotionally draining. Keely felt things too deeply to be able to successfully shrug off some of the incidents' that burst through their doors on a daily basis. Which meant that he needed to keep a close eye on her. A very close eye on her indeed.
By the end of the week Keely was at screaming pitch.
He was driving her mad. Whereas her colleagues were left to their own devices until they shouted for help, every time she turned round Zach was breathing down her neck. It was doing absolutely nothing for her confidence.
She could do the job—she knew she could. But not if her every move was being watched.
She was going to have to say something. The trouble was, when? Working in A and E was fast-paced to say the least. So far they'd had very little time for cosy chats. Maybe today she'd pluck up courage...
Before she could work out how to tackle the subject without sounding defensive, the paramedics brought in an emergency and she and Adam, one of the other new casualty officers, were called to the resuscitation room.
Seconds later Zach slammed open the swing doors of Resus and joined them at the trolley.
'OK, what have we got?'
'Twenty-five-year-old male, overdose—we don't know what he's taken. He was brought in unconscious.' Nicky Roberts, one of the A and E sisters, briefed him quickly as they all swung into action. 'One of his friends found him. Said he'd been depressed lately but didn't know if he'd been taking any drugs. The ambulance crew put in an airway.'
'OK.' Stethoscope looped round his neck, Zach started to examine the man, his movements swift and methodical. 'No gag reflex. Someone bleep the anaesthetist and let's give him some oxygen.'
Keely tried not to be impressed by the speed and confidence with which he worked as he took charge of the situation.
'He's got dilated pupils, a divergent squint and increased muscle tone and reflexes.' His eyes flickered past Keely and rested on Adam. 'Does that give you any clues as to what he might have taken?'
Keely ground her teeth. He was doing it again.Ignoring her and asking Adam the questions. Why hadn't he asked her? Why wasn't he treating her the same way he was treating the others?
Did he think she didn't know the answer?
She gave Adam a moment to speak but when he hesitated, clearly unsure, she stepped forward, her small chin lifting slightly as she spoke.
'Could it be tricyclics?'
Zach's gaze swivelled to her and she saw the flicker of surprise in his blue eyes. 'It could be.' He looked at her for a long moment, obviously unsure whether to question her further.
Keely took the matter in her own hands. 'Obviously you'll want certain tests done,' she said crisply. 'In my opinion he needs a drug screen and a blood glucose, BMG, ABG and U and Es.' She listed the necessary investigations and then held her breath, waiting for his response. Would he give her a row for interrupting when he'd asked Adam the question?
There was a long silence and then a ghost of a smile played around his firm mouth.
'Then you'd better get a line in and send off those tests.' He shifted his sharp gaze to one of the student nurses. 'Pulse and BP?'
Keely felt a rush of relief and reached for an IV cannula.
'Pulse is 110 and his blood pressure is 70 over 50,' the student nurse said quickly, flushing slightly as that hard gaze shifted in her direction. 'Wh-what are tricyclics, Mr Jordan?'
Zach jerked his head towards Keely. 'Dr Thompson will tell you.'
Was he testing her? Keely taped the cannula in place. 'It's a type of antidepressant. Unfortunately it's quite serious in overdose.'
'He's tachycardic and hypotensive,' Zach muttered, his eyes moving back to Nicky. 'And his skin is dry and hot. Check his temperature, please. I'm sure Keely's right and it's tricyclics. What do you think?'
Nicky shrugged and picked up a thermometer. 'You're the doctor, Zach.'
'That's never stopped you giving an opinion before.' Zach's tone was dry as he returned his attention to the patient. 'OK, is that line in? Well done, Keely. Let's give him a plasma expander—500 mils gelatin. Do we have a name for him yet? Address?'
'The friend was giving his details to Reception. We'll check,' Nicky said quickly, despatching another nurse to talk to the receptionist.
Zach drew breath and wiped his forehead on his sleeve. 'Someone contact the GP, please—find out what he's taking, if anything.' He glanced up as the anaesthetist strode into the room. 'Hi, Doug.'
