the worst time for Gina. It was the one time
when she couldn’t do anything to help her daughter. All she could
do was sit and wait. And pray.
“It’s going to
be alright, Gina,” Dr Jones said. “You know that Bloomfield is a
damn good surgeon. And he’s done this operation many times
before.”
“But not on my
Rachel, he hasn’t,” Gina replied quickly. She stood up and paced
around the room, moving between the other easy chairs and low
tables. She stopped briefly to pick up and leaf through one of the
dog-eared magazines that were scattered about. Then she discarded
it, and slowly worked her way back around the room, until she came
back to Dr Jones and sat down again.
Dr Jones
sighed. It was not the first time she had been on a tour of the
waiting room. So far, she must have picked up and discarded every
magazine in the room. He wished that there was something that he
could do to stop Gina’s torment. Anyone would worry at a time like
this; it was quite understandable and expected. But for Gina it was
different. She always wanted to do everything for Rachel, to always
be there for her. Now she was locked out, at the very time when
Rachel might need her the most.
“Rachel’s in
good hands,” he told her. “You know Bloomfield, you know what he’s
like. In fact you two get along so well, anyone would think that
you were an old married couple.”
“I know,” Gina
replied in a quiet voice. “But this isn’t like the other operations
Rachel has had. I worried just as much then, so I’m bound to worry
all the more now. And I won’t stop worrying until I can see her,
and hold her in my arms again.”
Dr Jones was
right, of course. She did know Ronald Bloomfield very well. He was
one of the few people who were not phased by Gina’s forceful
personality. And just like her, he was not shy when it came to
voicing his own opinions, either.
Gina Carter and
Ronald Bloomfield very often had what they themselves called
spirited discussions. To anyone else, they were knock down, drag
out fights. They would scream and shout at one another until they
were both red in the face. And the next moment they would seem like
the best of pals. They both had their own points of view, and
neither of them liked to back down. At the moment, honours were
about even. But the day was not quite over yet.
Gina liked
Bloomfield. He was straight up, honest. If he thought that you were
going to die, he would tell you straight out. Gina liked that. When
Dr Jones had introduced them for the first time, Gina had thought
that he would be pompous and arrogant. She was wrong, and it was
less than five minutes before they had their first argument. She
had felt a lot happier after that. And they had quickly got to know
one another, and what was most important to each of them. Now there
was no one else in the world who she would trust to do the
transplant operation on her daughter other than Bloomfield.
“I hate
waiting,” Gina said with sudden emotion. “I hate it! I hate it! I
hate it!” She sat with her head down, ringing her hands.
“Do you
remember what Rachel said to Ronald when they first met?” Dr Jones
asked her.
“Yes,” Gina
replied. “She asked him to put in a zip. Just in case anything went
wrong.”
“That’s right.
It made Ronald smile.”
Gina looked up,
staring Dr Jones in the eye. “Nothing is going to go wrong, is it?”
she asked him. “I don’t just mean now, but afterwards, as
well?”
“No! Of course
not!” Dr Jones insisted. “It was a good, healthy heart we got from
the donor. And she was a perfect match for your Rachel. Believe me,
once this transplant’s completed, all your problems will be
over.”
Chapter
Eleven
Out of the
Frying Pan...
When Bloomfield
came into the waiting room to tell Dr Jones and Gina Carter that
the operation was over, Gina didn’t even wait for him to open his
mouth. She just took one look at his face and shot out the
door.
Bloomfield’s
smile
1796-1874 Agnes Strickland, 1794-1875 Elizabeth Strickland, Rosalie Kaufman