Finishing her task, she stood upright, turned, faced the window and noticed Bailey and Trudy observing her. Flashing them a sympathetic smile, she went to the door and stepped out into the corridor to greet them.
“Doctor Maria Bridge,” she said, holding out her hand. “Are you family?”
Trudy shook her head.
“As good as,” Bailey said, producing his Department 18 ID card and letting her read it. “What are his chances?”
“I’m afraid Mr. Crozier is no more than stable. The internal damage is extensive and he lost an awful lot of blood before the paramedics arrived. We should know more by morning, when he regains consciousness.”
“So he might die,” Bailey said, and heard Trudy suck in her breath. He turned to her. “I’m only voicing what we’re both thinking,” he said.
“To be so blunt about it…” Her voice trailed off as the tears started to flow again.
Bridge was nodding her head slowly. “Yes, he might. If you were family I’d sugar coat it a little, but as you work for the Department I think it’s best I’m as direct as you are. Let’s say the next twenty-four hours are going to be critical. I’m keeping him sedated so his body can get on with the healing process.”
“So you know about the Department,” Bailey said. It wasn’t a question. When he’d shown her his ID card, there was no query in her eyes, only a guarded recognition.
“Yes, the secret department the government has to investigate abnormal, possibly paranormal, activities,” she said and then hesitated, giving a small shake of her head. “Another story, another time, perhaps.”
“Can we go in and see him?” Trudy said.
“There’s little point,” Bridge said. “He’s in a state of deep unconsciousness. He won’t know you’re here.” She took in the pleading look in Trudy’s moist eyes and relented. “Five minutes. No more.”
“Thank you,” Trudy said and stepped around her into the room.
“Did you perform the operation?” Bailey said.
“Yes,” she said.
“He’s in good hands then.” From what he’d seen of her so far he was impressed by Maria Bridge. She seemed capable and confident.
Smiling slightly she stared down at her palms. “I’d like to think so. Yes.”
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