Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 827.

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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 827
by Angharad
  
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I sat down and folded my arms, while a porter and a nurse took the bed complete with Henry, down to Diagnostic Imaging. Talk about feeling fed up–I felt like someone who’d been caught scrumping apples by a neighbour. I only did that once and got a hiding for it from my dad. In some circumstances, negative feedback seems to work–or it did for me: you could say it made an honest woman of me. I sniggered at my own joke, which showed how bored I was.

Ken Nicholls came in holding the piece of lead I’d dropped when I fell over and the nurse had retrieved. “I’ve just shown this to a colleague, who’s an ex-army surgeon, he said it was a bullet which had hit something hard, like bone.”

“So?” I offered defensively.

“So where did it come from?”

“I told you.” I sighed, he didn’t believe me–mind you, I was there and I didn’t believe me.

“You realise if what you’re saying is true–it blows accepted science and medical theory apart.”

“I happen to be a scientist,” I threw back at him.

“Not just a pretty face then?”

“Not even one, no–but scientist, yes. I teach at the university.”

“Golly, a real scientist, and there I was assuming that the most difficult decision you had to make was which flunky you wanted to peel you a grape.”

“You patronising arsehole, how dare you? I run a house with four children and four adults as well as work. I don’t have any help except from the family.”

“Oh, I seem to have misunderstood–I apologise. I thought you were an heiress to the Cameron millions.”

“Simon might be, but we’re all very down to earth, besides, why should I give up my career when it isn’t absolutely necessary?

“Quite. So what do you teach?”

“I’m a field biologist cum ecologist.”

“So you have some idea of what is going on inside these bodies you–um–work on?”

“It’s a while since I did all that sort of stuff, but yes, I do have some idea.”

“So you would understand that what has happened here is impossible?”

“With regard to current theory, yes.”

“So is this some sort of trick? To keep up your credibility, perhaps?”

“Credibility? What credibility? I don’t believe in it all, so what credibility have I got to maintain? I don’t want these things happening around me–it’s like something out of a Hammer Horror film.”

“Come off it–you’re enjoying every minute of it, making people better, beating the doctors–real ego stuff.”

“Mr Nicholls, I don’t know how old you are...”

“Thirty eight, why?”

“Because you seem to have a great deal of maturing to do. Maybe they should lock you in cave under the Mendips–it seems to work for cheese. I am going home.”

“Oh no you don’t,” he stood in front of the door barring my exit.

“Are you going to include false imprisonment to the other social niceties you offer the public here?”

“I’d like you to wait for the results of the X-rays.”

“Why?”

“So I can prove your little trick didn’t work.”

“I see. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you it isn’t a trick, it’s what happened.”

“So if I asked you to see the chap in the next cubicle, you could sort out his aneurysm, could you?”

“Why should I?”

Before he could reply his mobile rang–“It’s got to be there, do an MRI, just find it.”

“Problems?” I asked sweetly.

“No, they’ll find it.”

“You have it in your hand. I didn’t think they could use an MRI for scanning metal things.”

“This small is okay.”

“If I’m going to be held prisoner here, then I’d like a cup of tea.”

“Ah, now we have the aristocratic wife asserting herself--fetch me a cup of tea wench.

“I can’t go through the door because Nichollsian, the densest, rudest, stupidest substance known to man is in my way. If it wasn’t, I should go up to the cafeteria and buy myself a cup of tea.”

“If you promise to come back down, I could move aside.”

“Why should I promise you anything, except a law suit?”

“Because you like masterful men and you love proving them wrong.”

“I’ve already won the argument, unless I can suddenly apport pieces of lead.”

“See you even have the words you need, how many people know the word, apport?”

“I have no idea, but it has been suggested that generally people with degrees and a university education have a marginally wider vocabulary than the oiks who go to medical school.”

“Well, that puts me in my place, sorry, I should have touched me forelock before challenging you.”

“Quite honestly, I’d have thought touching your foreskin was much more in your line. Now I’d like to go for that cuppa before they close the cafeteria.”

He blushed and laughed as I pushed past him. While I was of the same opinion that moving a piece of shrapnel through tissue without cutting things was so unlikely as to be impossible, I was now hoping that we were both wrong. If only to prove him to be a kingsize idiot.

I sat there, just a few people occupying the other tables, feeling very tired and irritable. It was after nine and I should be home now, unwinding and getting ready for bed. Instead I was wasting my time drinking tea I didn’t really need while they did a scan on my future father in law. My mobile rang–it was Simon.

“How’s it going, Babes?”

“I don’t know.”

“Whaddya mean, don’t know?”

“As I said, I don’t know. I’ve just had a huge argument with the trauma surgeon, who is the rudest, most arrogant doctor I have ever met...”

“He does apologise in person though.” A voice interrupted me.

“I’ll call you back,” I said closing down my phone and shoving it back in my bag.

He placed a mug of tea down on the table. “They can’t find it–it looks like I owe you an apology.”

“You have it in your hand.”

“My pocket.” He reached in a pulled it out. “I’ve looked at Lord Cameron and there isn’t a mark on him. So how the hell did you do it?”

“I don’t know, I’ve told you what happened, I’m not repeating myself again.”

“This is solid metal–it can’t move through skin and bone and other tissue without some exit wound. There isn’t one.”

“I’ve got it: he never was shot and what you have in your hand is a loose filling from one of his teeth. There, now it makes sense.”

“Lady Cameron, you can’t just dismiss this as if it never happened. This is the most exciting moment in medical science since–I dunno–Pasteur discovered bugs.”

“For you maybe, for me, I shall deny all knowledge of it. Once Henry is out of here, I plan to never ever set foot in the place, ever again.”

“Lady C, you can’t just ignore it–this could save lives, it is so exciting.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone of this–if you do, I shall deny it and sue you for slander or libel or both or defamation or all three.” I stood up, “Good night Mr Nicholls, I hope our paths never cross again.” I stepped around him and walked out of the cafeteria back down to ICU. Henry was awake but very sleepy.

“Hi, Henry.”

“Cathy?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“What am I doing in here? I’ve had the strangest dreams...”

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What a synical, patronising B*gg*r

You may translate b*gg*r any way you think appropriate. :) That surgeon, Mr Nicholls seems to be an extremely unpleasant cove, who goes out of his way to rub Cathy up the wrong way. He obviously was expecting her to be some sort of upper class twit, female version of the proverbial chinless wonder and was not expecting her to be a serious academic scientist. He obviously hadn't sen her dormouse film, of thee YouTube clip of Spike doing her disappearing trick.

Hugs,

Hilary

I Knew He Would Be Difficult

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I knew that this guy would be difficult. He is so excited about this that he fails to understand the consequences for Cathy if it ever comes out into the media about what she did for Henry. I think after the power took control of her hands, Cathy has figured out that someone else is directing this gift.

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Hammer Horror Films.

Are remakes of classic horror films [Dracula, Frankenstein] as well as there own stories. I wonder if this means that Cathy will be in a variation of one what with nick being such a prude?

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Lots of questions...

The self important surgeon does not realize that Cathy's done this numerous times before and understands the implications of publicizing her ability. He is a 1st class b'gg'r. If he persists, Dr Rose and Henry will make him see the light.

Nice episode. I'm waiting to see how Leon's mom figures into this. Can she help Cathy understand and use her 'powah'.

Hugs,
Trish-Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~

Hugs,
Trish Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~

Trish-Ann, The self

Trish-Ann,

The self important surgeon does not realize that Cathy's done this numerous times before and understands the implications of publicizing her ability. He is a 1st class b'gg'r. If he persists, Dr Rose and Henry will make him see the light.

That's the problem, he has seen the light. :)

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Bear

Is it not

strange how someone who should know better, Cannot see that if Cathy allows news of her gifts to become public knowledge, Then from the moment on her life would not be her own to live...Everyone from the richest to the poorest would be clamoring to see her, Time spent with her family would become nothing more than a distant memory, And most important of all what would happen to Trish if the tabloids were to get hold of her story!!!

Having said all that i do have great faith in a thankful Henry making sure that nothing happens to his own personal wonder woman and her family...After all we do know that in this world, That money generally talks loudest and longest!!

Kirri

Too many traumatic experiences

I can see where a Medical Professional could easily get to the place where they invented a way of miraculously producing good outcomes. I was married to an advanced Nurse for 39 years and night after night helped her to decompress so she could forget it all in the depths of sleep.

Best wishes

Gwen

Me too!

“What am I doing in here? I’ve had the strangest dreams...”

Well done Cathy!

Not only does the surgeon not realise that Cathy's done this all before, but she's also dealt with several unpleasant medical "professionals" in the past, so now has a strategy to deal with them.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to total up how many members of the family have been blue-lighted:
Mima (drowning)
Simon (overdose)
Tom (heart attack?)
George (terminal illness of some kind - forgotten what exactly)
Henry (various injuries)

I can't remember if Stella's been done - I know Cathy's given her lots of emotional support. I have a feeling Puddin' may also have been given a dose soon after birth. I don't think Trish or Livvie have needed a dose yet.

Then she's also done a few specific blue lights on strangers, plus the 'area effect' in the children's ward.
 
 
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As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Theresa

Probably. From the brief introduction the kids mom may be able to teach Cathy a thing or two. The fact she could sense Cathy's power from a touch implies she has it too.

Back to school for you !

:)

Clearly you have not gone back far enough in your reading. There must have been at least 20 episodes where Puddin' was being healed. However, back to school for me too as I am vague about Stella being blue-lighted and I've read every episode.

Kim

Mr. Nichols probably never

Mr. Nichols probably never saw the internet video of Cathy and Spike because he was/is too busy being a bigoted, sexist, blowhard, know it all doctor. I just hate meeting people like him who "rotate around themselves" because they believe everything else in life is just to small for them. Jan

Mark that name, Mr Nicholls, if he is in need, it's a

Parlour trick. Can't help you out, you arrogant, misogynistic, bastard, die. I should say what I really feel, shouldn't I ?
Henry seems fine, time to go home and rest a bit.

Cefin

Mark that name, Mr Nicholls, if he is in need, it's a

Parlour trick. Can't help you out, you arrogant, misogynistic, bastard, die. I should say what I really feel, shouldn't I ?
Henry seems fine, time to go home and rest a bit.

Cefin