The Tied Man (32 page)

‘Is that a promise?’ I asked.

‘What, that I’ll be back, or it’ll be me that talks to you?’

‘Both.’

Ed surveyed my face.  ‘I do my very best to be a man of my word.  And most times, I manage.’  Before I could respond, he gave me a spontaneous hug that made me think even more of bears.  ‘You take care of yourself, Lili.  You
and
young Finn there.’  With that he gave me a rueful smile and went off to confront his rioters, and we were alone against the world once more.

*****

Finn had not spoken since Ed had stopped us.  I left him in the car and tried to appear as calm as possible as I walked into the deserted reception of
Castlerigg
Hospital
.  It was a small, genteel Victorian building, a throwback to when monied gentlefolk would pay a small fortune to attend the sanatorium, and the poor just had to suffer and find a quiet corner to drop dead.  I had forgotten just how much I hated hospitals, and I did my best to breathe through my mouth; anything to avoid the universal smell of disinfectant and disease.

The minute I saw the receptionist, I knew she must have come with the fixtures and fittings.  Where Ed had been the answer to my non-believer’s prayers, this woman looked like a twin-set-wearing guard dog at the gates of hell.  I stepped up to the counter.

‘There
is
a system.’  The woman, identified as Marjorie Blandford on her neat little name badge, stapled a sheaf of papers together and didn’t look up.

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘I said, there’s a system.  It’s called a queue and you’ll find that that is the start of it.’  She used her stapler to indicate a roped-off area that bore the sign, Please Queue Here.

‘You’re kidding. 
I
t’s six o’clock in the effing morning.  There’s no-one else here.  Does it even
class
as a queue if there’s only one of you?’  In fact, there was a bored-looking young security guard standing by a flickering drinks machine, listening to something loud and unpleasant on his MP3 whilst he picked at the acne on his chin, but he definitely didn’t count.

‘And
I
am busy, and once I’ve finished, I’ll be available to help you.’  She finally glanced up and I found myself appraised by marble-hard, disapproving eyes. ‘And I’d be grateful if you didn’t swear.’

‘What?  I said ‘effing,’ for f... for heaven’s sake!  And it’s not for me – it’s for my friend.  He’s waiting outside.’

Marjorie glared at me.  ‘Well it’s obviously not serious enough to warrant a trip to a proper casualty department.  If your ‘friend’ requires private treatment he’ll have to come in here and give me his details himself.  And I must inform you, if he’s been drinking, we have the right to refuse -’

‘James Maxwell.  I was told to bring him to see Doctor James Maxwell,’ I interrupted, finally remembering the man’s bloody name.

‘Young lady, you can’t walk in here and simply demand to see the Senior Consultant. Certainly not on a bank holiday.’  Marjorie, with her neat, salt-and-pepper bun and Stalinist’s blouse, had taken in my unkempt appearance and acted as judge and jury:  I was trash, to be dealt with at arm’s length.  She delivered her coup de grace.  ‘And anyway, Mr Maxwell isn’t in attendance.  He’s golfing all day.’

‘Oh, you have got to be bloody kidding,’ I whispered. 

Marjorie had hearing like a bat.  ‘I will
not
tell you again about your language.’

As everything began to fall apart around me, something snapped in my head.  ‘For fuck’s sake, you ignorant, boot-faced old cow!  There’s a man bleeding to death in my fucking car and all I want is one sodding doctor from this poxy fucking shitpile of a hospital to see to him.  Is that too much to
fucking
well ask?’

Marjorie’s hand hovered gleefully over her panic button, but before she could press it, the security guard strode across and placed a restraining hand on my shoulder.

‘Get your fucking hands off me!’ I howled, as my right fist connected with the youth’s jaw.  He staggered backwards onto a row of fixed plastic seats.

I knew for sure I was about to get arrested whilst Finn bled out over the car seat.  I shut my eyes, attempted to take a centring breath, and raised my hands in a belated conciliatory gesture.  ‘I’m sorry,’ I began.

‘You will be.’ The security guard rubbed at his reddening jaw and hauled himself back to his feet, ready to restore his honour.

‘Can I help you?’  More hands on me, this time clad in white sleeves, with skin another shade darker than mine. There was something calm about the soft, feminine voice that stopped me lashing out for a second time, and I let my arms relax.

Marjorie was apoplectic.  ‘Doctor Chawla, that... that
trollop
has just verbally abused me and physically assaulted a member of staff!  She has forfeited
any
right to treatment, and I need to call the police as laid down in departmental procedure number -’

‘It’s all right, Marjorie.  I’ll deal with it.’ 

I turned to face my rescuer.  She was no older than thirty, with warm brown eyes that were heavy with the fatigue of a long night shift.  A thick, ebony plait of hair hung down her back, and she could have stepped out of a Moghul Emperor’s portrait of his true love.  To my relief, she was also firmly on the side of Call-me-Ed: another good guy.

Doctor Chawla smiled at the security guard.  ‘Colin?  Really, I can’t imagine a strapping man like you being floored by a girl.  Not with all that martial arts training you’re always telling me about.’

Colin straightened his cap and blushed.  ‘Nah, I tripped, that’s all.  I mean, I could’ve had her, but I reckon Marjorie’s over-reacting a bit, like.  Don’t tell anyone about this, will you Doctor?’

Leaving Marjorie mouthing like a stranded goldfish, the doctor walked me away from the carnage.  ‘Okay, now we’ve dealt with that little drama, I’m Sangita Chawla, and I’ll be your doctor today.  So, do you want to tell me what the hell’s going on?’

I wanted to cover the woman’s face with kisses of undying gratitude, but instead I grabbed her hand and hauled her outside.

*****

Exiled from the treatment room where the sainted Doctor Chawla had taken Finn, I sat with my vest top pulled over my knees on a plastic seat that had been designed to cause as much discomfort as humanly possible.  The last time I had been anywhere like this it was to identify my mother’s dead body, lying cold and pale in a side room, like a desiccated goblin.  At least then I was numbed with cold relief that it was all over: now all I had to comfort me was a dog-eared 1997
Reader’s Digest
. 

After ten minutes I realised I had read the same story about a kitten’s miraculous escape from a house fire for the fifth time and I hadn’t understood a single word.  I was exhausted and, once Sangita had extracted the information she needed from me, utterly useless.

‘Shit.  Can’t even afford a coffee.’ I was patting down my pockets in the forlorn hope that I would hear the welcome clink of loose change when a noise like a thousand metal trays being dropped from a great height reverberated through the reception, and I hurtled to the door. 

Doctor Chawla met me at the threshold.  ‘Did you know he was scared of needles?’

*****

I was allowed inside that hallowed space pretty damn quickly then.  Finn had chosen to come round just as a young nurse attempted to insert an IV line into the back of his hand and despite his prone state, had managed an effective trashing of the room simply by kicking out as hard as he could.  Now he wasn’t letting anyone near him.

Sangita ushered me closer.  ‘Your friend -’

‘Finn.  He’s called Finn.’

‘We need to get Finn into surgery to explore that abdominal injury, and he’s probably going to need a transfusion, not to mention some decent pain relief.  We can’t begin to do any of that unless he calms down.  Do you think you could talk to him?’

I’ll try.’ I  went to his side.

‘Lili?  You’re still here?’ he asked incredulously.

‘Where else was I going to go, dumbfuck?  I’m skint, covered in your blood, and very nearly under house arrest.  I think a trip around the local stately home to pass the time’s out of the question.’

‘M’ glad.’  Finn’s eyes rolled in his head as he struggled to stay awake.  ‘I’m shittin’ myself, Lili.  Needles – I can’t do ‘em.’

‘They need to fix you, darling.’  I reached out and brushed Finn’s sweat-sodden hair away from his face.

‘I know.  I know.  Just... fuck, don’t go.’  He grasped my hand, gripping it so tightly that what remained of his bitten fingernails made livid crescents in my brown skin.

‘I won’t.  I promise.’  I used my free hand to stroke his arm as though I were calming a scared dog.  ‘Ignore everything else and just look at me, huh?  It’ll be over before you know it.’  Through my fingertips I felt him begin to relax and give me the trust I had asked for.  I glanced up at Sangita.

‘Thank you,’ she mouthed, and slid the cannula into the back of Finn’s rigid hand as he clung on to me like a drowning man.

After that, I was allowed to stay without argument, from when they pumped his stomach to flush out the remains of the temazepam until he was taken to the theatre anteroom.  The anaesthetist commented that he had never known anyone take so much anaesthetic before they would finally let go of a hand. 

*****

I would never quite remember what I did for the hours that Finn was in surgery.  I had a vague recollection of re-parking the Land Rover – diving behind the wheel just before it was clamped – and wandering the corridors and gardens of the dignified old building.  I even spent time in the tiny chapel, alternately admiring a stained glass window that had seen out two centuries and swearing at a God in whom I did not believe.  Finally, I stretched out on three chairs outside the operating theatre and fell into a fitful sleep, blanketed only by the cloying, storm-filled air.

I was awoken by Sangita gently shaking my shoulder.  ‘Lili?  That’s your name, isn’t it?’  I tensed when she called me by Finn’s diminutive, but if she recognised me she hid it well.

‘Finn’s out of surgery.  I’ve had a chat with the surgeon, and everything went just fine – apparently they’ve even managed to replace some of that blood that’s redecorated your car.  Just watch what he drinks for the next day or so – you don’t want him leaking now, do you?’  She gave me an impish little wink and I liked her more than ever.

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

‘He’s in recovery now.  Perhaps you’d like to sit with him?  It’s not strictly allowed, but he seems a lot happier if you’re within grabbing distance.’

I checked my watch: eleven thirty – still plenty of time.  I stood and stretched, and followed Sangita. Finn was still out cold;  a mask over his nose and mouth pushed oxygen into his lungs and a drip steadily replaced the precious fluids he needed.  He looked like roadkill.

I summoned more restraint than I had ever needed in my life and allowed myself to stroke his cheek.  ‘You’re a fucking liability, Strachan,’ I whispered. 

Sangita stood by the doorway, giving us our space.  Eventually, she asked, ‘Why don’t you sit down?’ and nodded at the chair by Finn’s bedside.  I expected her to leave, but as I sat she pulled up a second chair and joined me.  She took off her white coat and revealed her civvy outfit of khaki combats and a Nirvana t-shirt.  For one treacherous second it felt as though I was sitting down to chat with an old friend.  ‘Do you want to tell me how Finn got these injuries?’ she asked.

She had timed it beautifully.  I dropped my head into my hands as the sudden urge to confess, to offload the nightmare, became enormous.  It filled my mouth, my mind, even the room itself.  I began to tremble with the sheer pressure of keeping the words inside.

Just five minutes was all it would take: to tell everything to this young doctor with her kind, inquisitive face; maybe five minutes more to ring the Police Station and leave a message for Call-Me-Ed, who would surely know how to deal with Blaine Albermarle and her sick, debauched kingdom.  I fumbled for my inhaler and gave two blasts.

‘Lili?  It’s okay, you can talk to me.  There’s nothing to be scared of.’

The shaking grew worse.  I glanced at Finn, whose anaesthetic-dulled eyes had now opened.  He looked around the room in disorientated alarm.  I managed to steady one hand enough to grasp his fingers.  ‘I wouldn’t know where to start.’

‘The beginning?’ the doctor offered.  ‘Lili, I can’t begin to guess what’s going on here, but whatever it is, it’s terrifying the pair of you.’ 

‘You’re not the first person to say that today,’ I said with a wan smile.

‘You mean someone else is as smart as me?’  Sangita leaned forward and covered my spare hand with both of hers.  My breath sounded ragged and harsh in the airless room, as she continued.  ‘I swear I’ll do all I can to help you  - there’s so much support out there, you know?  I can call people for you.  There’s no shame in asking for help.’

I pulled my hand away.  ‘Look, Doctor Chawla, If I screw up here, people might die. I mean really.  Not some ridiculous metaphor, but really dead-and-gone.  Do you understand?’