yRing for the Nurse(4)

The sudden opening of her bedroom door rudely awakened her from the  semi-conscious state in which she was indulging-it was more than a mere  awakening, it was a distinct shock, since however deep any friendship  between the nurses, it was quite understood that there was no time for  visiting one another or idle chatter at that hour of the morning when  all energies were concentrated on one thing and one thing only, to get  up and dressed, to snatch some breakfast and, most important of all, to  report for duty at the allotted hour.



With a feeling akin to panic, Felicity sat up to confront the  interloper. "Good heavens! Diana! ... what on earth's the matter? Don't  tell me I've overslept, has my watch stopped or something awful like  that?" Without waiting to have her fears confirmed she tumbled out of  bed and began to pull on her clothes with feverish haste.



A glint of amusement flickered round Diana Weste's lips as she watched  her friends efforts. "No hurry, darling, you've loads of time." The  words were laconically spoken and matched the ease with which Diana  carefully lifted her freshly laundered apron before seating herself on  the edge of Felicity's crumpled bed.

It was a moment or two before Felicity had grasped the significance of  her companion's words, then, pausing in her effort to dress, she turned  her face, flushed with her exertions, towards Diana. "What on earth do  you mean? Isn't it late, haven't I overslept?"



"No, darling, you've loads of time, it's really quite early, I rushed along because I wanted to catch you before breakfast."

                       
       
           



       

"Well ... I'm jiggered!" There was an expression of deep disgust in  Felicity's tone as, one stocking on and the other pulled half-way up her  slender leg, she faced her friend. "You've got a nerve coming in here  at this hour of the morning, frightening the wits out of me. What's the  matter with you, have you gone crazy?"

"I didn't say a thing about you being late, you got out of bed and  chased round like a maniac before I could get a word in edgeways." Diana  laughed at her companion's injured air, then added: "I've got some  devastating news for you ... absolutely amazing!" She leaned forward to  give weight to her words. "Just wait until you hear what I've got to  tell you!"

"Whatever you have to tell me can wait! Hospital gossip is bad enough at  any time but if you think I am in a fit state to swallow it on an empty  stomach, then you can guess again." With slow deliberation, in contrast  to her previous haste, Felicity pulled on her stocking and carefully  adjusted her suspenders. "For goodness sake clear off and let me get  dressed in peace." She deliberately turned her back on her unwelcome  visitor as she crossed to the wash-basin and turned on the taps.

"Hurry up and wash, I can't talk to you with the water running," Diana  protested. There was a note of rising excitement in her voice which even  if she heard it Felicity ignored. Determined to attract her companion's  attention Diana added meaningly: "It's about Mr. Brenton ... now will  you listen?"

This time Diana was not disappointed. Felicity straightened up to reveal  a wet, soapy face. "About Mr. Brenton ... what about him, what are you  trying to tell me?"

"I thought you weren't interested in hospital gossip!" It was now  Diana's turn to procrastinate and with a sense of inward amusement she  watched Felicity hastily snatch at a towel and after a perfunctory rub,  thrust it back on the rail. "I expect my news can wait." Determined to  get her own back, Diana rose slowly from the bed and turned towards the  door.

"Come back, don't be silly!"

Diana, who had not had any intention of leaving before she had confided  her knowledge, adopted an expression of pained surprise. "I don't want  to disturb you, better get dressed, I'll see you later. It can wait  until after breakfast."

"Oh, come on," Felicity coaxed, pushing her friend back to her seat on  the bed. "Tell me, what about Mr. Brenton, what have you heard?" As  Diana remained obstinately silent, Felicity gave her a friendly shake.  "Don't be so tantalizing. You come here at crack of dawn, give me the  fright of my life and now you say it can wait until after breakfast!"

"And so it could have done as far as you are concerned if I hadn't  happened to mention that my information concerned your beloved Mr.  Brenton," Diana teased.

A warm flush stained Felicity's cheeks at her friend's words and in an  effort to conceal her feelings she turned back to her dressing-table and  busied herself powdering her face and combing through the tangled waves  of her hair. It was obvious from her companion's laugh that her  discomfiture had not escaped notice and for the thousandth time Felicity  deplored that ready blush which only too easily betrayed her emotions.  Why blush at the mention of Guy Brenton, she asked herself angrily,  while she gave vent to her feelings with an extra tug of the comb.

"He is not my 'beloved' as you call him," Felicity denied with a note of  asperity in her voice. "Considering I am working on his ward I suppose  it is only natural I am interested in the man." She pulled on her blue  print dress and fastened the buttons with fingers trembling with  suppressed irritation. "It's just damnable how you all chaff me about  him, just because I've got enough guts to stand up to Brenton while you  all just show you are scared and almost ask to be bullied..." She broke  off with a cry of exasperation. "These wretched buttonholes, they've  starched them so much I can't get the buttons through!" She wriggled her  arms up and down. "The armholes too, they are like a nutmeg-grater, my  skin will be rubbed sore by this evening!"                       
       
           



       

"Oh, pipe down, it's just the way you're feeling." Diana laughed softly.  Felicity's quick-changing moods were no novelty and to Diana they just  added to her friend's charm. "Well, don't you want to hear the news?"

"Of course I do ... at least you may as well spill it, you won't leave  me in peace until you have." Felicity spoke with assumed indifference.  Diana had certainly managed to arouse her curiosity by the mention of  Guy Brenton's name. What on earth could she have heard about him? Surely  last night's incident in the theatre couldn't possibly have leaked out?

"Do you think you could tell me as well from the armchair? If you'll get  off my bed, I might have a chance to make it," she suggested with an  indifference she was far from feeling.

Diana shifted her position reluctantly, it wasn't much fun imparting her  information to Felicity's back but she was pretty sure that when her  friend heard what she had to say she'd soon turn her attention from  bed-making. "Well, in the first place Mr. Brenton was in a car accident  last night, he is hurt, seriously too."

Her words had the desired effect and in a second Felicity had swung round to face her. "Hurt? Seriously? What do you mean?"

Satisfied with the effect of her disclosure, Diana went on eagerly. "It  was like this: you remember how wet it was, well, it was a skid, a bus  skidded into his car and the whole thing was completely smashed up!" She  leaned forward and continued with dramatic effect. "And I'll tell you  something else, he was brought here and warded in the private room at  the end of Mason Ward!"

"In Mason's?" Felicity had by now quite forgotten her intention of  tidying her bed, she had sunk down on the rumpled eiderdown and was  staring at her companion, her blue eyes wide with astonishment. "You  mean he is on my ward? A patient? Diana, you are pulling my leg, it's  not possible!"

"It's not only possible, it's a fact," Diana asserted. "No one knows  yet, except the night staff ... not even Sister!" she added with obvious  satisfaction.

"Then how do you know?" Felicity retorted, for a second harbouring some doubts as to the veracity of the news.

"You know that Molly Kent's room is next to mine, I heard her called out  last night, she was radiographer 'on call' this week. After that awful  day in theatre yesterday I had a fiendish headache so I got up and made  myself a cup of tea; I heard her come back, so I called her in and  offered her a cup. She told me all about it." As Felicity still seemed  dazed and bereft of words, Diana was only too glad to be able to  continue her story. "Fractured arm and ribs, I believe, but anyway he is  pretty queer, Miss Trent said he was quite knocked out. Won't Sister  get a shock when she goes on duty this morning!" Diana smothered a  giggle. "I pity Mr. Brenton, fancy being nursed by Sister Robinson!"