Chapter 32: Going Home

We hadn't been driving more than ten minutes before the reaction started to set in. The first to go was Daise. I saw her start to go a little green around the gills, and her hands started shaking. When it turned into dry heaves, I shouted at her to open the window, hoping that the fresh air would sort her out. She made it, nearly. Half the vomit went out the window, the rest splattered all over the door.

"It's alright Daise, nothing to worry about. You're having a completely normal reaction," I tried to reassure her.

"I'm OK," she responded, but I could see she was far from OK.

"It's the reaction. You were on an adrenalin high and now you're coming down from it. Don't worry about it, we'll get you into a nice hot bath when we get back and you'll be alright."

Alina climbed over into the front seat and helped Daise clean up a bit, before holding her in her arms and comforting her. I then noticed that Bettina was sobbing quietly, but she stopped as soon as her daughter woke up. The distraction of keeping her daughter safe was sufficient stimulus for her to suppress her emotions and focus her attention. Also totally normal. The person who bothered me the most was Katerina. I could see her pale face in the mirror, and it looked as though she was wearing a mask. I would have preferred her to cry but, at first, it looked as if she was going to just suppress her emotions. I thought that was going to be very unhealthy.

"How're you doing Katerina," I asked her.

"I am very glad that you rescued me," she replied, "but I am a bit worried that I will stain your seats."

"What?" That was a complete surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm bleeding worse."

"Shit. Sorry Katerina. I completely forgot the reason you were on the way to the hospital. Are you in a lot of pain?"

"It's OK. The pain does not bother me so much. It is just the blood."

"Just hold on. Don't worry about the seat. It's you that we need to worry about."

I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what I could do. I was reluctant to go to any of the hospitals because I didn't have any faith in their ability to keep quiet about her injuries. Nurses were poorly paid and would be very susceptible to bribes. I couldn't think of any doctors that I knew well enough to call on in a situation like this, but then I remembered an old friend. I figured he could help. I fired up my cell and found his number one-handed while driving.

"Hi Rupe, what's up," Chris answered after the third ring. He was a school headmaster now, but he had once been an Ops Medic, well trained in treating trauma, and I knew he had kept up his knowledge as part of the Occupational Health and Safety requirements for his school.

"Are you doing anything tonight Corporal?" I asked him.

There was a slight hesitation. I could almost hear the gears turning. "I haven't been a corporal for a long time now."

"Yes, I know. I wouldn't push your button unless I really needed you Chris."

"Ok. How bad is it?"

"Not sure. Bleeding. Pale face. Some sweating, but that's probably from shock not internal injuries."

"Ok. I'll grab my bag. Where can I meet you?"

"My place. We're enroute now. ETA 20 Mikes"

"Cool. I should make it in about 25 to 30 Mikes. Just have to explain to the mother of my children why I have to abandon her at this time of night. Should I carry?"

"Probably a good idea. I'm pretty sure you won't need it. We don't have anyone in 'hot pursuit', but you never know."

"Ok. SeeYa."

The phone went dead in my ear. I turned to Katerina and told her, "I have someone on the way who will take a look at you. He's not a doctor, but he's the next best thing. He'll be able to tell us what we should do at least."

"Ok. Thank you," Katerina replied, the effort to suppress her pain obvious in her voice.

I gave Sgt Major Dhlamini a call and he told me that he was already back at my place, and that everything looked OK. He reported that Nqobile was busy putting something together for us to eat as soon as we got back. I was happy with that. There's nothing like a bit of an adrenalin high, then the drop back down, to get my appetite going; both for food and ... other things. I glanced over at Daise a little guiltily, but saw that she seemed to have calmed down. Alina had fished some wet-wipes out of somewhere and had cleaned up her face, and was in the process of cleaning some of the mess off the car door.

The rest of the trip was anti-climatic, although I did keep a wary eye out for any pursuit. The road was quiet and the few other cars on the road were all content to roar past me as I deliberately kept left, in the slow lane.

As we got to my gate, I pressed the remote control and the electric gate slid open in time for me to drive in without stopping. The garage door opened on the same control, and I saw the Sgt Major waiting for me in the double garage. I pulled in and heaved a sigh of relief when the door closed behind me.

"I've got the guys patrolling the fence Major," the Sgt major greeted me, "some of them are really pissed that they missed the action."

"No doubt they'll get their chance later. Just warn them that Chris will be arriving in a few minutes."

"Chris who?"

"Sorry. He's an old friend of mine. Was an Ops Medic."

"We have some injuries you didn't tell me about?"

"Just Katerina. She didn't get to see the doctor at the hospital."