Free Dr. Campbell's Secret Son by Anne Fraser

That he was ready to make a commitment, if not to her, at least to their son. Nothing more. She felt her blush deepen as she remembered the scene, how easily she had gone into his arms. He wasn’t even interested in sex. He had rejected her. She would have gone to bed with him and he knew it. Was the thought of being with her so repulsive to him? Did he think that once they had slept together she would make demands on him? Demands that he clearly didn’t want. He had made that perfectly clear.
    With a sinking heart she realised she was going to have to find a way to keep him at arm’s length. Clearly she couldn’t trust the responses of her own traitorous body. Could she persuade him to go back to Africa early? If financial support was all he was prepared to offer, she and Calum would be better off without him. Surely the department could find someone else, even at short notice? But the mere thought of Jamie being thousands of miles away sent her spirits plummeting. She didn’t know which would be worse—seeing him every day, yet not being able to have him in the only sense she truly wanted him, completely and wholly hers, or never seeing him at all. Damn him. Why did he have to come back and upset her neatly ordered life? Just when she’d thought she’d got over him.
    As she stepped into the department, Lizzie thrust a cup of hot black coffee into her hand.
    ‘Thank you. You must be psychic,’ said Sarah. ‘How did you know it was the one thing I truly needed right at this moment?’
    ‘I’m getting to know you. You run better when you’re kept well fuelled. Besides, we have a young man with multiple injuries coming in in a few minutes. He was found at the bottom of the Clyde Bridge. No one knows what happened. Whether he fell, jumped or was pushed. Looks like we’re going to need all hands on deck. So drink up. It might be your last chance for a while.’
    Sarah took a couple of sips of her coffee before setting it down and going to change into her theatre greens. Mentally she ran through the possible injuries that she might be faced with in the next few minutes. As she emerged from the changing room, she noticed that Karen was in some sort of heated discussion with a patient. Judging by the expression on her face, Karen’s usual good humour seemed to have deserted her, and Sarah thought she knew why.
    ‘Just give me a prescription for the pain, and I’ll be on my way,’ the patient shouted at Karen.
    Sarah went over to them, noticing that the man was scruffily dressed and wore a woollen hat pulled low over his brow.
    ‘Can I help?’ she asked politely.
    ‘The doctor here won’t give me a prescription for my pain!’ the man said angrily
    ‘I’m sure if Dr Davidson here doesn’t feel you need a prescription then she is absolutely right, Mr…?’
    ‘Wilson. Kenny Wilson,’ The man replied truculently.
    ‘This is the second time Mr Wilson has been here in as many weeks.’ Karen said, unmistakably exasperated. ‘I’ve explained that we don’t give out strong painkillers for headaches, but he’s not happy with my decision.’
    ‘I assume he’s been thoroughly examined?’
    ‘Of course. There is absolutely nothing to be found. I’ve checked with one or two of the other A and E departments and he’s a regular attender there, too.’ She shot Sarah a significant look. Sarah knew what it meant. Every department had their share of drug-addicted patients. While Sarah sympathised with anyone whose life had hit rock bottom, an A and E department was not the place to get the help they needed.
    Kenny took a step towards Sarah, so close she could smell the alcohol on his breath. It took all her nerve not to step back. ‘You doctors are all the same,’ he hissed.
    ‘I think it’s time you left,’ a low voice said from behind Sarah. ‘Now, are you going to leave quietly or shall I get Security to escort you off the premises?’
    Kenny took one look at Jamie’s muscular frame and uncompromising