Modern Glasgow prompt please: In the books, Claire briefly mentions a time where the emergency department got robbed at gun point for meds. How would she react to this and what would Jamie do when he found out?
“Beg pardon, ma’am – I’m no’ doctor, but yer hands are
Claire swallowed, lay her – trembling – hands flat on the
table in the break room, and breathed deeply.
Turning inward, is what she always called it – taking
stock from head to toe, checking for soul-deep wounds and bruises when physical
trauma had (praise God) not occurred.
Heart racing – breath shallow. Both normal symptoms post-trauma,
considering she had been *right there* when the crazed man had stormed into the
A&E, wielding a meat cleaver.
Palms cold and clammy – not bad, considering the
Scrubs sticky with blood, from where she had knelt to
apply pressure on the wounds.
But most importantly – the baby slept within her. Just
over five months gone, she was just barely showing – and she (and Jamie) were
attuned to every movement of this little one.
Christ, Jamie. He had to know by now –
“I’ll be fine.” Infusing her voice with bravery she didn’t
believe – just wanting to get out of here, out of this room, out of these
clothes. “It’s just shock – I’m going into shock. I should know.”
The Constable raised one dark, skeptical eyebrow.
“Ye were right there when Mr. Hodgepile allegedly came
into the waiting room – ”
“Allegedly, my arse. I saw him right before my eyes come
in, raving about God knows what, demanding the prescription medications we keep
at the nurse’s station.”
He shifted a bit in his seat. “And I understand ye were
standing right beside the victims.”
Claire closed her eyes. Her left hand drifted to settle
on her belly, thumb tracing her wedding ring. Craving Jamie.
“I was asking Nurse Ellesmere to adjust the dosage of
pain medication for an elderly patient. The – the man just started hacking at
her when she refused to hand it over.”
She swallowed – seeing so much blood.
“Ye ken she’ll be all right – ”
“Of *course* she will – I cared for her, after all.”
Her eyes still closed, Claire enjoyed the simple peace of
the small room. The scrape of the constable’s pencil in his notepad. The scent
of that disgusting industrial-grade cleanser used to sanitize the floors. The
murmur – like bees in a hive – of voices and footsteps and distant ringing of
telephones down the hallway.
Familiar, comforting sounds. But not the sounds of home –
the shrieks of her two girls, the deep rumble of Jamie’s laughter, the gentle
hum of the ancient refrigerator in their kitchen.
Claire opened her eyes – focusing on the young, eager man
on the other side of the table.
“I think I’ve got all I’ll need for now – though I may
ring you up later, once we’ve completed more of our investigation.”
“I know you have a job to do, but trust me – he’s guilty
as sin. And stupid as fuck, since he picked a hospital to attack. The poor bastard
is probably getting better medical care right now than at any other point of
The Constable rose and extended a hand. Claire took it,
shook it firmly, and stepped out into the hallway.
The chaos had died down, to be sure – but uniformed
police officers still stood at the nurse’s station, photographing the pools of
blood and discarded cloths Claire had used to stanch the bleeding.
Clearly her colleagues had already gone home – she recognized
nobody in the waiting area, save for a few hospital administrators. And then
looked up beyond the cordon –
The most beautiful sight she had seen all day.
Jamie’s hair was all mussed. Even from here she could see
the tendons straining on his neck – feel his soul calling out to hers.
Somehow she ducked under the cordon and within two
heartbeats was crushed to Jamie’s chest.
His throat rumbled with the *Gaidhlig* - first sweet,
sweet words of endearment. Then –
She pulled back, brows creased. “What?”
His blue eyes darkened. “I *said,* what in hell were ye
thinking? How dare ye do something harebrained like try to fight off a
knife-wielding bandit? And you with child, too! Have ye no sense at all?”
“Let go!” she hissed, fighting against him. “What do you
mean, how dare *I* do something harebrained? I took an oath to do not harm, to
heal others – and what right do *you* have to tell me what to do?”
Still he held her close, refusing to release her arms. “What
right do *I* have, ye ask? I lay claim to the child in yer belly – and to our
other two wee bairns, unless ye’ve forgotten? They need a mother, and I need a
wife, much more than this world needs you as a hero!”
His grip was iron on her arms and shoulders. “Let go of
me! I have a fucking MD degree! I’m not an idiot, I assessed the situation and
acted rationally – ”
“I dinna doubt ye did,” he hissed. “But ye canna blame me
for panicking when I’m giving the girls their wee bath and I get an emergency
text on my phone, so I roll them up in a towel and race over to Murtagh and
throw them through his door and then race over here, not knowing what in hell
is going on and worrying ye are alive or deid, and then waiting behind the
cordon and hearing the doctors say ye had saved the lives of three people and –
Suddenly exhausted, he slumped against the wall in the
corridor. Eyes closed.
His hold on her relaxed – but now it was her turn to hold
him. Cradle him to her, like she had with their daughters – like she would with
this new baby. His hands skimmed up her sides – one resting on the baby, the
other on her shoulder.
“It’s all right. It’s done. All is well. *We* are well.”
“I love ye, Claire,” he rasped against her cheek. “I’m
glad ye’re no’ harmed. But dinna do that again, aye?”
She pulled his forehead to rest against hers. Now both
his hands spanned her belly – sheltering, cradling their bairn.
“He is all right?”
Finally, finally she smiled. “You’re still so certain it’s
“I am. After two girls, why not?”
He nuzzled against her cheek. “I hope he grows to be a
braw laddie. As stubborn and smart and brave as his Mam.”
She dipped closer for a quick kiss. “Flatterer.”
Now it was his turn to smile. “Let’s go home? I’ll call
Murtagh, ask him to keep the girls till the morning.”
She sighed against him, so happy. “Yes – as much as I love
them, I *need* you.”
He kissed her forehead, and took her hand, and they walked
out toward the car park, blinking at the flash of police lights, happy to be