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Southern Cross Hospital
By Vicky S
 Vicky S suggests the truth behind Kenton's "mercy dash" to New Zealand, in this story contributed to the Fantasy Archers topic of The Archers message board.
Mel lay back on the pillows and smiled bravely. The spring sunlight shining through the window outlined her hair like a halo.
"I'll never be able to thank you enough," she whispered, looking deep into his eyes, "if you hadn't offered to come, I don't know what would have happened... to me... and to little Meriel." Her lips trembled. "Maybe social services would have found a family to love her... for a while, ‘til I got strong again."
Her thin little hand, attached to the drip, gestured towards the box of tissues. Kenton hurriedly passed them to her.
"No sweat," he felt his voice reverberate with barely restrained emotion. "Anything you need, Mel, you know, you only have to..."
"I know," she interrupted, "I know I can depend on you. And thank you again Kenton, there's no one else I could have relied on. No one. No one in the whole world. Not even my own parents." Tears rose in her eyes as she blew her nose, "I still don't understand how they... But come on, this won't do. You'd better get going, haven't you and our little Merry got a plane to catch? Remember, call me on my mobile the moment you arrive."
Kenton shouldered his bag and turned the buggy containing sleeping Meriel towards the door. He felt his heart swelling in his chest as, for almost the first time in his life, he knew that manly qualities of honour, strength and dependability were surging through his body. He straightened his shoulders back and held his head high.
At the door he paused and turned. He was about to speak when a white coated figure entered the room.
"Oh, sorry mate, thought you were all done here."
"Just leaving." Kenton moved out of the doorway and walked slowly down the corridor, proudly conscious of his new responsibility. The cab driver stood up as he approached and took Meriel's back pack from him.
"Airport mate?"
Kenton nodded.
***
Mel sat up in bed.
"God, has he gone yet, strewth that pom can moan for England."
Jay peered around the door and nodded. He unbuttoned the white coat and tossed it on the chair back.
Mel ripped the medistrip and fake cannula from her arm, and swung her long bronzed legs out of the bed. Pulling a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the locker she dressed quickly.
"Jay I owe you big time for this, believe me, if you hadn't helped me there's no way I could have got that prat off of my back."
"Pleased I could help. What else are cousins for. So what happens now?"
"Well, I reckon I've got about two months before the novelty of playing daddy wears thin and I get the pleading phone call. But that should be enough. By that time the divorce papers should be ready for him to sign, and the thought of keeping Mer for ever should be enough to get him to agree to my terms. He'll have her back here so fast they won't need a plane. That and the fact that I won't be asking for any alimony or child support."
"Won't that make him suspicious?"
"Don't bet on it. Anyway, it's very unlikely that he will twig anything. As far as he knows I'm just poor old Mel, trying to make a living out of the broken down sailing centre that he lumbered me with. After all, do I look like the only daughter of the people who have just discovered the world's largest opal mine underneath their farm? No, but believe me, when he does find out, Kenton Archer is going to rue the day he thought he could dump me. But by then it will be too late; he won't have access to one single cent.
"Come on, let's settle up at the desk and get out of this place. Hospitals give me the heave."
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