The Broken Man Part 3

'Right, then!' Phil was glad to have diverted the boy's attention. 'Only you'll need to tell me what it is.'

Adam remembered it well. 'When I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ...'

'Ah, yes, that's a good prayer. I like that. We'll say it together ... quietly.'

As they shared the prayer, they had no idea that someone else was listening. Someone who had also heard every word of their conversation.

An auxilary nurse had stopped to stack the linen cupboard next to the visitors' room where Phil and Adam were quietly talking. The dividing wall was thin and she had innocently overheard every word of their intimate conversation.

Some of what she had overheard was shocking, especially regarding the father. Then the fact that the boy had no relatives, except a brutal father who had left the mother battered ... seemingly to within an inch of her life. Unbelievably, after the event he had callously abandoned his son to whatever fate awaited him; knowing he had no one to turn to.

Having been made aware of this important information, which she suspected may not have been made available to the duty nurse, she was unsure of what to do. Eventually, torn between compa.s.sion and her sworn responsibility, she concluded that there was really no choice at all. She softly closed the wide cupboard doors and made her way down the corridor at a smart pace. In view of Mrs Carter's life-threatening injuries, she realised there was not a moment to lose.

As the auxilary nurse arrived at the door of the main office, the matron entered the room where Phil and Adam were impatiently waiting for news.

'How is she?' Phil enquired.

'She's out of surgery,' the matron said. 'Mr Hendon is a very reputable surgeon. I can a.s.sure you no one could have done better. He will answer all your questions, I'm sure, but for the moment he's been called away to advise on another emergency. He needs to speak with you, and of course he's aware you will have questions, so I'm sure he won't be too long.'

'Where's my mum? Can I see her? Can she talk to me?' Anxious for information, Adam pushed between the matron and Phil, his questions coming thick and fast. 'Please, Nurse, can I just see her? Is she awake?'

In a rea.s.suring manner, the matron informed him, 'Your mother is out of surgery and in the recovery room. She's tired and a bit groggy, which is understandable. A moment ago she opened her eyes and asked for you, so I do believe it would do her a world of good to see you. But you must not excite her, and you can only stay for a minute or two.'

Looking up at Phil, she explained, 'She desperately needs to rest, but as she's so very anxious to see her son, the surgeon has agreed for you both to visit, with myself in attendance.' She lowered her voice. 'You understand, she is not long out of major surgery. So when the nurse beckons you away, you will be expected to leave immmediately.'

Nervously, Phil dared to ask, 'But she did come through the surgery well, didn't she?'

The matron glanced again at the boy, then she gave Phil an aside look that made his heart sink; for it seemed to warn him that things had not gone as well as they had hoped. 'Like I say, the surgeon will speak with you presently.'

As she turned to leave, the door opened and the surgeon walked in.

A man of impressive stature and authority, he greeted Phil and Adam with a warm, sincere smile. 'I'm sorry to have kept you both waiting, but I was called away.'

Phil's questions were direct: 'How is she ... really? Are you concerned, or did it all go as well as you would have liked?'

Aware that Adam was also awaiting his answer, the surgeon chose his words carefully. 'As you must understand, there were major injuries to deal with, and yes, of course there were some very worrying moments, but she put up a good fight and we must pray that she makes a good recovery.'

He now directed his advice to the boy. 'Your mother is very weak. You must not expect to be with her for longer than a few minutes, and when the nurse indicates that it's time to leave, you must do as she asks. You do understand, don't you?'

Even though he ached to see his mother, Adam wanted what was best for her. 'Yes, sir, I understand. I just need to see her.'

'And so you will.' He turned to the nurse. 'Matron, please will you take these gentlemen along to see Mrs Carter?'

'Of course.'

'Thank you. Oh, and I'm afraid I need to commandeer two of your nurses.'

Matron pursed her lips in disapproval, but her smile soon rea.s.sured him. 'As long as I get them back.'

'Don't worry.' After working together for many years, these two understood each other.

Before excusing himself from their presence, he turned to Adam. 'From the little your mother could tell us, she lost her footing and tumbled all the way down the stairs. Did you see her fall?'

Adam glanced nervously at Phil before answering, 'No, sir. I wasn't there. I came home from school and found her lying near the bottom of the steps.'

'I see.' He took a breath. 'Your mother will be pleased to see you, but she'll be a little groggy from the anaesthetic. She may not be able to say much, but she will hear you when you talk to her ... Remember, a few minutes only.'

'Will my mum be strong enough to come home soon?' Adam asked.

The surgeon gave the only answer he could. 'We can't say at this time, because she still has a long way to go. Your mother was very badly injured, but I can a.s.sure you, we have done everything possible to help her. I'm sure your mum wants to get home to you as soon as possible. Oh, and you mustn't be too frightened when you see her. She's surrounded by machines; all there to a.s.sist her recovery. Both her arms are wrapped in plaster casts, and she carries a great number of nasty bruises.' He deliberately made no mention of the numerous internal injuries; some of which would take many months to repair.

He placed his hands on Adam's small shoulders. 'I'm telling you now so that you won't be alarmed when you see her. All right?'

'Yes, sir.' Adam was shaken, but determined. 'When she gets better, she'll be coming home, won't she ...? When her bones mend and all that?'

The surgeon tried to put it tactfully. 'We can't really say how long it will take her to recover. Your mum has been through a shocking ordeal, and hours of major surgery, and now it's imperative that she gets rest and care.'

'Then she'll be all right, won't she?' Adam was relentless in his need for rea.s.surance. 'We'll be able to take her home soon, won't we?'

The surgeon was equally determined not to raise the boy's hopes. 'In these early stages of recovery, we must not even think of her as being in a hurry to get home. I'm sorry, I know it's hard for you, but you have to try to understand.'

Tearful now, Adam appealed to Phil. 'Tell him, Phil. I want my mum to come home really soon. I'll look after her, you know I will.'

Phil nodded. 'I know you would, son, but like the doctor says, your mum needs time to recover where the doctors and nurses can keep an eye on her. And besides, I'll bring you to see her every day. Meantime, she'll want you to be attending school and trying to get on with your life as normal. You know that, don't you?'

Rea.s.sured by Phil's persuasive remarks, the boy looked up at the surgeon. 'Please, can I see my mum now?'

'Of course.' Being a family man, Mr Hendon was full of sympathy for the boy. 'Matron will take you along.'

The surgeon departed ahead of them, while directly behind him, Matron led Phil and Adam along the same corridor, to the recovery room.

Throughout the long, worrying walk, Adam kept his gaze to the floor, while Phil looked ahead, his mind troubled by the look in the surgeon's eyes when asked about Peggy Carter's condition.

He watched as Mr Hendon, still ahead of them, turned into what looked like the main office. His interest was heightened when he drew alongside the office and he saw the surgeon earnestly talking with two official-looking people.

As Phil glanced in, one of the officials caught sight of them pa.s.sing by the window. He then beckoned his colleague, and she looked out of the window, directly at young Adam.

Phil's concern intensified. Discreetly, he put his hand on Adam's shoulder and hurried him along.

'Who were those people?' Adam asked. 'Why were they looking at me?'

'They probably heard our clattering feet hurrying along, and were curious,' he rea.s.sured Adam.

Phil, however, felt decidedly nervous. He was in no doubt that the officials were interested in the boy. Also, they had appeared to be engaged in deep conversation with the surgeon. Maybe it had nothing to do with Adam or his mother, but Phil had a bad feeling, which he could not shake off.

He glanced at the boy. Such an innocent; his young heart filled with loathing for his cowardly father who had left such a trail of devastation in his wake. And now, he was so afraid his mother would never get well again. Yet through all his crippling unhappiness Adam gave no thought to himself. Nor did he realise the precarious position he had been put in by his father's abandonment of him.

At the door of the recovery room, Matron peered in through the gla.s.s panel. 'Don't forget, a few minutes, that's all,' she warned.

After Adam gave an appreciative nod, she turned the handle and pushed open the door to usher them inside.

Phil and the boy were shocked to see the small, vulnerable figure lying in the high bed, her face turned away and her two arms wrapped in thick, stiff plaster. There was a kind of pulley over the top of the bed, with support-joints stretching down; two ends attached to the root of the pulley, and the other ends attached to the plaster-encased limbs, which were very slightly elevated above the patient.

Phil's interest was immediately drawn to the heart-tracking machine.

'Carefully now.' Matron accompanied Adam to the bedside, where she sat him down on a chair right beside the bed and close to his mother, whose badly bruised face was turned towards him. She appeared restless, intermittently s.h.i.+fting her head back and forth, and making a low, whining sound, much like an animal in pain.

Unsettled by this sound, Phil fixed his troubled gaze on the heart monitor; he was greatly relieved to see the screen showed a steady beat.

Taking a seat beside the boy, Phil rested his arm on the back of Adam's chair, while his sorry gaze also travelled the visible dark bruises on Peggy Carter's body. Deeply unsettled, she appeared to be unaware of their presence.

'Mum?' With a shaky voice, Adam called out twice. 'Mum, it's Adam. I've come to see you.' Reaching up, the boy tenderly clasped the tip of his mother's fingers where they jutted from the plaster cast. 'Phil's here too, Mum. He's been looking after me.'

When the tears rolled down his face and his voice began to tremble, Phil slid a comforting arm around him. 'Easy, son. You remember what the doctor said: your mum might not be able to speak, but she might possibly be able to hear you. So, just try and tell her the things that are in your heart. Let her know that everything is all right, that she's not to worry about you. And tell her you'll be here to see her often, until she's well enough to come home.'

So that was what Adam did. He told his mother how very much he loved her. 'I'll be so glad if you can get better really quickly, and then you'll be able to come home and we'll be together, and I'll take care of you until you're strong again.'

Both Phil and Adam were astonished when her eyes flickered open and she looked straight at her son. Her lips were moving, but when she attempted to speak, the mumbled words were lost in a choking sound.

'What's wrong with her?' Appealing to Phil, Adam began to panic.

Quickly now, Matron crossed to the bed. Leaning to examine her patient, she told them, 'It's all right. She's trying to say something, but she's not yet fully awake.' She glanced up at Phil. 'Another moment, and you must take Adam back so she can get her rest.'

As Matron moved away to check the machine readings, Peggy attempted to speak again. This time Adam drew closer, trying to decipher the incoherent whispers.

With great tenderness, he wrapped his hand about her fingers. For a moment he was silent, painfully reliving what had gone before. Presently, with his other hand he reached out to stroke her thick, wayward hair. 'I love you, Mum. I want you to come home, so please get better soon.'

Peggy heard his every word, and she so wanted to rest, but she had to know first. In a s.n.a.t.c.hed breath, she asked him, 'Is he ... here?'

Relieved to hear her voice, Adam leaned closer, his voice small. 'If you mean Father, he ran away like a coward, and he never came back.' Anger consumed him. 'He did this to you, didn't he?'

'Sss.h.!.+' Her voice s.h.i.+vered with fear.

Exhausted, she momentarily closed her eyes. She was not afraid for herself, but for her only child. She needed to take care of him, this precious boy, who had seen bad things that no child should ever see.

'Mum!' Adam leaned closer. 'Don't be afraid, because if he comes back, I won't let him in. Phil's taking care of me, and we'll be all right till you come home. We really will ...'

When she made a slow, deliberate movement to touch his face, he realised she was anxious to say something else.

'Don't talk, Mum. It will be all right,' he a.s.sured her. 'I'll take care of everything until you get home. If he comes back ... I'll tell them what he's like ...'

Deeply distressed, Peggy's furtive whispers were for her son's ears only. 'No. Don't say ... that.'

'But he hurt you, Mum. He did!'

'Please ... promise me.' Exhausted, she fell back into her pillow.

'All right, Mum.' Adam stood up and, gently laying his face on hers, he reluctantly put her mind at rest. 'I won't tell,' he whispered, 'I promise ...' He found it hard to believe it was what she wanted, but he would keep his promise.

All he needed was for his mum to get better.

'Love you ... Son.' Relief shadowed her face and now she was silent again.

'Mum?' Cradling her face, he was shocked at how cold she was. 'Mum!'

There was no response.

'Mum! Wake up ... Mum!'

Matron hurried across the room. One glance at Peggy and she pushed the panic b.u.t.ton. 'Take the boy away now!' she said to Phil.

Glancing at Peggy's face, Phil was afraid. 'Come on, son. We'd best do as Matron says.' Deeply shaken, he led Adam away. As they hurried out the door, a number of medical staff were coming up the corridor at the run.

Keeping a strong hold on Adam, Phil quickened their steps. He did not want even to consider what might be going on in the recovery room.

Quickly now, he took Adam down the long corridor and into the waiting area where they had previously been.

Adam fought against him. 'I have to go back ... my mum needs me.'

'They're taking care of her, son.' Phil kept a tight hold on Adam. 'They'll let us know how she is, soon enough.' After seeing her so pale and empty, Phil secretly feared the worst.

CHAPTER THREE.

IN THE VISITOR'S room Phil anxiously paced the floor. Occasionally he paused to look through the window into the corridor, but there was no one in sight.

He turned his gaze to Adam, who was curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing.

With every minute that pa.s.sed, Phil began to lose faith, though he kept his disturbing thoughts to himself.

Presently, he glanced across at the boy, who was quieter now, deep in thought. Phil's heart went out to him. Again, he made his way over to him. 'I know you want news of your mum,' he started, 'but we must try and be patient, however hard it might be.'

After what seemed an age, there was a tap on the door, and the surgeon entered, his face sombre.

'What happened? Is she all right?' Phil asked.

Simultaneously, Adam ran over, asking anxiously, 'Is my mum all right?'

The surgeon quietly suggested to Phil, 'It might be best if I have a quiet word with you first.'

Sensing the tense atmosphere, and made increasingly nervous by the knowing glances that pa.s.sed between the two men, Adam backed away. 'What's happened? Why won't you let me go to my mum?'