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CT scan showed no significant head injury.'
     'But he hit the bridge with such an impact it would have bounced the brain inside the skill,' chimed in another voice. 'That's known to cause irrational behaviour– bruising to the tissues and blood vessels.'
    'Could have a developed a clot,' said another gloomily.
    Heads swivelled back to monitor Wisdom's evident dismay.
    Sharon Collis made a fresh bid for the limelight, announcing self-importantly that she'd overheard two radiographers discussing the surgeon-patient. 'Seems he's been carrying on like a raging bull since they took him over to Maynard. Sounds like brain damage to me.'
    'Cerebral injuries can give rise to major alterations in personality,' put in a male nurse. 'I've had quite a lot of psychiatric experience, and let me tell you—'
    Kate had heard quite enough. Her chair scraped across vinyl tiles as she rose hurriedly to her feet, pulling her navy cardigan across her shoulders. 'Time I went back.'
    'I'll walk with you,' said Helen Anstey, 'I'm going over to Geriatrics. Hate trudging back on my own in the dark. Though it's not so bad as in winter.'
    'Must confess I shan't be sorry to get back on days,' confessed Kate. 'I never seem to have any appetite on nights.' She'd eaten very little of her meal and almost nothing since midday but a cup of tea and a sandwich . All that rubbish about serious head injuries. Collis doesn't know what she's talking about.
    Helen's next words dispelled that hopeful illusion. 'One of the girls on my corridor is working on Maynard.' She nodded up at the tall block of the private wing. 'Came off duty crying this evening. She'd been told to special Mr Galvan, but he'd been so awful to her she swore she wasn't going back. Apparently the agency nurses are scared stiff of him—and you know what they are, they just don't turn up if they don't like a job.'
    Kate raised her eyebrows—she'd never nursed private patients and felt rather sorry for those who must.She couldn't help wondering behind which of those darkened windows lay the dynamic Mr Galvan. And did he sleep sweetly, or toss and fret in his prison of a hospital bed …
    'I don't know about brain damage, though,' mused Helen. 'Collis is a right little stirrer. But when I said to Angie it was hard to imagine a lovely chap like Tom Galvan being so—well— difficult, Angie told me it's like nursing Dr Jekyll.' She nudged Kate with a friendly elbow and added, 'No one making that much trouble can be dying, can they!'
    They both chuckled, and Kate said she'd always had the impression that Tom Galvan was very popular and well liked. Of course she only knew him by sight, and to be sure he was a rather attractive man. Till the night of his accident she'd never even spoken to him.
    'Everyone's heard about you saving his life. That's what's making Collis so bitchy.'
    'What rubbish, it was the Prof who saved Tom. I saw it all. Here we are, Helen, will you be OK now? I'll keep watch till you're in the building.'
    'That's really nice of you, Kate. It's stupid, I know, but the grounds are so creepy at night. Do you blame me?'
    'No, I do not, I feel just the same. You go on now. I'm watching.'
    As she stood there, one of the night sisters came bustling over from the main building, off to do her second rounds of the sleeping wards. 'Hello, Sister, are you coming to us first?' asked Kate, ready to accompany Sister Roper on the brief visit that would suffice for Casualty.
    'Message for you, Nurse. Mrs Harris wants to see you in her office first thing before you go off duty.'
    At last!! … 'Of course, Sister,' said Kate, filled with relief at the long-awaited summons. She had shown herself willing, proved she wouldn't refuse any work offered, and now she had her chance. A staff job must have come up on one of the medical wards and she, Kate Wisdom RGN, was considered a worthy candidate: Mrs Harris was about to invite her to apply for apermanent post at St Crispin's!

 

Chapter Three
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