Little Boy Blue

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The doors burst open and the medical team hurried through in the direction of the intensive care unit. Paul Jackson lay on the hospital trolley next to them, an oxygen mask secured over his mouth and nose. His ashen wife ran alongside, occasionally laying a hand on his, but he didn’t react. He had been unconscious when they found him.

Charlie followed a few feet behind, keen to see what was happening, but anxious not to get in anybody’s way. Paul Jackson was dying and every second counted. She had eventually roused Sally Jackson, who seemed stupefied at first, barely believing what the desperate police officer was saying. When she had finally unchained the front door, Charlie had raced straight past, navigating her way by instinct towards the internal door that connected to the garage. Jackson had locked it from the inside, so Charlie had had to kick it in.

As soon as she had done so, great clouds of noxious fumes swept over her. Visibility had been poor, but the smell even worse. Clamping her scarf over her mouth, Charlie had pushed through the lethal haze, feeling her way towards the car. Fortunately, Jackson hadn’t locked the doors – if he had, it would have been all over for him. As it was, she had managed to manoeuvre the comatose figure on to the floor, just as the journalists on the other side finally levered the garage door open.

Putting her hands underneath his armpits, Charlie had dragged him out of the garage, laying him in the recovery position in the fresh air outside. Moments later, the ambulance had arrived and Charlie’s leading role in events was over. Leaving Sally to join her husband in the ambulance, Charlie had hurried over to her car, receiving a few respectful nods from journalists as she went – their mutual hostility suspended for a few hours at least.

The paramedics had done their best, but Jackson remained unconscious as the medical team now pushed through the double doors and into ITC. Sally Jackson hesitated, aware that this was as far as she was allowed to go, turning to Charlie as if looking for guidance. Charlie knew from experience that family members in this situation always wanted to do something to help, but the truth was that there was very little they could do. It was in the hands of the doctors and surgeons at South Hants Hospital now. Putting her arm around her, Charlie shepherded her towards a vacant chair. Greater tests lay ahead and she would need to preserve her strength.

As she did so, Charlie reflected on her earlier irritations. She realized now how unworthy those thoughts were, how petty her complaints. Life had its frustrations, but in reality she was blessed. She possessed one thing that Sally Jackson might never experience again – a happy, healthy, loving family. And for that she was eternally grateful.