Chapter Twenty-two
Through a haze of pain, I kept dreaming of Marina and Rory in bed together, writhing like snakes on those navy-blue sheets.
Then I heard a familiar voice say, ‘The doses have been exceptionally strong, but her reflexes are much better.’
A woman’s voice said, ‘It’s unlikely we’ll get a peep out of her for twenty-four hours.’
Painfully, battling with nausea, I opened my eyes and there, miraculously, was Finn standing at the end of the bed talking to a nurse.
The image of Rory and Marina floated back in front of me, and I screamed.
Finn moved like lightning.
‘Darling Emily, it’s me.’
I went on screaming and yelling incoherently. He had his arms round me. ‘I’ll deal with her,’ he said. The nurse melted away.
I sat rigid. ‘I remember everything that happened,’ I said.
‘It’s Finn, Emily darling.’
I stopped screaming and collapsed against him. ‘Oh, Finn! Help me!’
‘You’ve had a bad dream.’
‘I remember everything.’ My lips began to tremble. ‘You promise not to do anything to find Rory? Not anything!’
‘Don’t worry,’ he reassured me.
He persuaded me to lie back on the pillows, but kept a firm grip on my hand.
‘Don’t go away,’ I whispered.
‘I’m staying right here.’
‘I thought you didn’t want me any more, and then I found Rory and Marina…’
‘Steady, darling, don’t think about it. You’re going to get better.’
‘But I saw them in bed together! I saw them!’
The edge of the cliff began to crumble. I started to scream and lash about. The nurse came back with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to struggle, but Finn held me still. Whatever it was they gave me worked instantly.
Next time I surfaced, I was calmer. I was in an ugly, fawn but sunny room. A fat nurse was arranging some daffodils in a blue vase. There were flowers everywhere. ‘Is this a funeral parlour?’ I asked.
She rushed over and started fumbling with my pulse.
‘Where am I?’
‘In hospital.’
‘Good old hospital. With hot and cold housemen in every bedroom.’
‘I’ll get Dr Maclean,’ she said, and belted off. I heard mutterings in the passage about ‘still being delirious’. Finn walked into the room.
‘Jump in, Doctor,’ I said, ‘we’ll be delirious together.’
‘It sounds as though she’s recovered,’ Finn said to the nurse.
He was one of those rewarding men who can betray emotion in public. His yellow eyes were filled with tears as he looked down at me.
‘Hello, baby.’
‘Hello,’ I said.
‘Don’t try to talk.’
‘I missed you,’ I said, ‘I missed you horribly.’
He smiled. ‘I suppose you must have. You talked enough in your sleep.’ He looked absolutely grey with tiredness. The dope they’d given me had removed every vestige of my self-control. ‘I do love you,’ I said. ‘You’ve got such a lovely face.’
They kept me under gradually reduced sedation for the first forty-eight hours, bringing me back to earth slowly. I can’t remember when the baby drifted back into my consciousness, but I remember suddenly saying to Finn in panic, ‘The baby? It’s all right, isn’t it?’
He took my hand. ‘I’m afraid you lost it. We tried to save it, darling, you must believe that.’
I felt gripped by a piercing sadness. Then I said, ‘Where’s Rory?’
‘He’s fine.’
I said: ‘Where’s Rory? Tell me the truth, Finn.’
The yellow eyes flickered for a moment. ‘He hasn’t come back. He must be on the mainland somewhere.’
‘With Marina?’
He nodded. ‘I presume so. She disappeared the night you fell down the stairs. Neither of them has been seen since.’
Chapter Twenty-three
I lay in my hospital bed for I don’t know how many days, dully watching the beauty of the Highland spring. Among this building of nests and mating of birds and animals, I felt alien and outcast. I ached for the baby I had lost. A brisk, bossy nurse looked after me, Nurse McKellen. She had come-to-bedpan eyes, and tried to fill me up with pills and pretty revolting food.
‘Couldn’t I have a nurse with a sense of humour?’ I asked Finn.
‘Not on the Health Service,’ he said.
I longed inordinately for his visits. He used to pop in during the mornings or late in the evenings after visiting hours and just sit holding my hand and telling me about his day, or letting me rave on about Rory and the baby, if I felt like it.
Once, when Jackie Barrett came in, he didn’t even let go of my hand.
‘She’s getting better,’ he told her.
‘Good,’ she said crisply. ‘You gave us all a fright,’ she added to me.
I thought I detected a few chips of ice in her blue eyes.
‘I thought you were having an
Finn looked surprised.
‘She answered the telephone the night I rang, and sounded awfully proprietorial.’
‘She had no need to,’ said Finn. ‘We were only watching some medical programme on television.’
After that I felt much happier. I slept a lot. Finn still wouldn’t allow me any visitors and I didn’t want any. But at the back of my mind was a great deal of dread and expectation. I didn’t have to wait long.
Two days later I was lying in bed half asleep.
Suddenly there was a commotion outside and a familiar voice saying impatiently, ‘Where is she?’
Immediately I was awake and drenched with sweat, my pulses pounding.
‘Don’t be so bloody stupid,’ continued the voice. ‘I’m her husband!’
Then Nurse McKellen’s voice, anxious and flustered. ‘I’m sorry, Dr Maclean’s orders are that she has no visitors.’
‘Then I’ll go through the wards waking every patient till I find her.’
‘You dinna understand, sir, Mrs Balniel’s been verra ill. She had severe concussion and internal haemorrhage as well, and she’s been very depressed since she regained consciousness, learning about losing the baby, poor wee lassie.’
‘The what?’ Rory’s voice was like the crack of a whip. ‘What did you say?’
