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Subject: Immigrant Chapter 10 This story is a sequel to the story, “Marooned” which is already on Nifty, and it is a work of fiction, and all the characters in it are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is incidental and unintended. The story involves the relationship between an adult and a minor and may involve scenes of a sexual nature. There is no outright sex and any sexual activity is of a gentle and loving nature (if you’re looking for pornography – look elsewhere) but none-the-less it may offend some people and, if you are one of those people, or if it is not legal for you to read such things, please read no further. To those who are still here please enjoy. If you wish to provide feedback I can be contacted at lfa4321jonah@outlook (note, there was an error in this address printed with some earlier chapters. This is the correct one) and please bear in mind that you don’t pay to read these stories, but it does cost Nifty money to provide them. Please consider donating to Nifty fty/donate.html Immigrant By Jonah Chapter 10 I woke on Friday morning amidst four boys. One by one they had drifted in during the night and, under the circumstances, I didn’t have the stomach to prevent them. It was the normal round of showers and breakfasts and I rang Phil at home to tell him that I would be a few minutes late because of an emergency at home. I saw Luke and Peter off to catch their bus, and Monica showed up with a police constable. “Rob why didn’t you phone me?” she said. “I feel awful. How is Jonah.” “In a bad way but he’ll survive,” I told her. “Well I’ll take Ben and you can get off to work, but PC. Anderson is coming with us in case Ben sees anybody he recognises”. “Fair enough, but if anything happens, I want to know about it,” I told her. “You can ring me at the surgery”. “Just as you could have rung me last night.” “Sorry Monica, but I couldn’t. There just wasn’t time,” I said. “Alright,” she said, “you’re forgiven. Now go and tend the sick and I’ll take care of Ben”. She departed and, a few minutes later, so did Simon and I. I had to explain to Phil what had happened, particularly since Jonah was one of his patients, after which I handed him the police file. His eyebrows shot up and he said, “I hope nobody’s been sailing too close to the wind here.” “The police made that copy especially for us,” I replied, “and, once we’ve finished with it, we’re instructed to destroy it. The station log has recorded that it has been given to us on the information of a member of the public, and not at the request of anybody here.” He immediately appreciated the significance of that. “Which member of the public?” he wondered. “The director of Social Services,” I said, “and I never told you that.” “So the creaking old beaureaucratic machine has decided that it’s on the side of the good guys,” he remarked. “Apparently,” I replied. “Is the ratio of your patients to mine the same as usual?” “How do you mean?” “You have eighteen patients in the morning session to my three.” He looked at Glenys, who nodded. “We’d better swap diary sheets,” I said. “You’ve only got till midday to digest that lot.” “Do they need me as well?” “They’ve requested it,” I told him. “best get a pool locum to take afternoon surgery with Alice. I’ll help you with evening surgery when I come back.” “You’ll do nothing of escort the sort,” he returned. “Those kids need you. I’ll get a locum who can cover evening as well.” It was the second time I’d swapped diaries with Phil, so I knew what to expect. I’d got through nine patients before I managed a tea-break and another eight before dinner time. Phil poked his head round the door just as the last one was leaving. “Rob, we’d best go down town for something to eat and then get down to Social Services. I’ll drive,” he said. I picked up my jacket and bag and followed him to his sleek Mercedes. I liked my Toyota, but this car simply screamed, “This is what the senior partner drives”. Back in Oz I had been the senior partner, but that world was a million miles away. Mind you, in the outback, doctors didn’t drive Mercedes; in fact, for much of my career, I had flown in airplanes. After a decent meal, for which Phil insisted on paying, we repaired to the Social Services office, across the road from Harrow and Wealdstone railway station. Mrs. Fuller met us as soon as we walked in. She was an efficient looking tall blonde woman, who didn’t look as if she took prisoners. She took us straight to her office where she introduced us to a much younger lady called Carol King. “Carol is a case officer,” she told us, ” but this afternoon she is just with us to take notes. Her first job however is to take orders for tea or coffee, unless you want to chat to Carol while I put the kettle on.” “We’ve really no preference,” said Phil, “or ‘No preference whatever’ as Jonah would have said.” “Listen to him – well I never,” said Mrs. Fuller. “Yes I remember Mr. Cummings being fond of his Gilbert and Sullivan. How is he by the way?” “I’m going to need to talk to you about that, so perhaps Carol should make the coffee”. “Tea,” I said. Carol left and, as soon as the door closed behind her Phil said. “Jenny, I don’t know if you realise that Jonah is in hospital.” Mrs Fuller looked shocked. “I most certainly did not, and I’ll want to know what provisions have been made for the children. Jonah is Luke’s probationary foster parent and under the terms of his probation he should have informed us if he was going in for surgery”. “Ms. Fuller,” I said. “Jonah did NOT plan going in for surgery, he did NOT plan that a group of youths should assault a child in his charge, nor did he plan that they should, when he intervened, punch and kick him to the ground and then kick all sort of crap out of him. He was not planning on two broken ribs, a fractured pelvis, ruptured spleen, broken leg and muliple lacerations. ” She looked at me in silence for a few moments and then quietly said. “Doctor Rankine, it’s Mrs. Fuller, but I prefer Jenny. I’ve never appreciate being shouted at in that way but, in this case, it was because I made an assumption which was not only unwarranted, but, if I’d thought about all I know of Mr. Cummings, I should have realised was wrong. Forgive me. When did this happen?” “Last night,” I said quietly and contritely. “I’m lodging with Jonah and a boy in my care, who is deaf and dumb was set upon by those scum. You should see what they did to Jonah.” Mrs Fuller looked away for a moment. “He should have told us that you were lodging with him as well but, under the circumstances it’s a good job that you are. It’s also probably a good job that he didn’t izmit escort bayan tell us. I should have had to oppose it.” I raised an eyebrow and asked, “And would you have?” She smiled and shed years in doing so. “Let’s put it this way Doctor Rankine. I’m not going to.” Carol returned with a tray of tea, coffee and biscuits. We assembled round her desk. “First of all,” Jenny began, “I have to say that I’ve had a lot of grief over this case. I take it you’ve read the police files?” “Yes,” said Phil, “and they told us a lot of things that we ought to have been told already. We can’t ask for the information because of patient confidentiality. A doctor won’t risk infringing that because he’d be struck off, but when the patient comes to us for treatment his file is lacking vital information.” “I sympathize Phil,” Jenny replied. “That’s why, as soon as I realized that that was the case I recommended that the police release the files to you. You’ll see that a police surgeon was involved in the original investigation. We naturally assumed that he would have updated the boys’ records.” “There’ll be a BMC investigation into why he didn’t,” Phil said, “but where do we go from here?” “Well, I need to know if you have grounds for believing that any of the boys are still at risk,” Jenny replied. “I recognise that our record on being open and co-operative has fallen down in this instance, but it is really about the boys’ safety.” “We’ve only had cause to examine one of the boys,” said Phil. “Rob, you examined him.” “All of the damage to the boy that I saw was from before he went into foster care,” I said, “but it’s my opinion that the boy needs a psychiatric assessment sooner rather than later, and that assessment may reveal that his foster care needs to be of a more specialised nature than he has access to at the moment.” “You think there may be trauma?” Jenny queried. “I can definitely say that there’s trauma,” I replied. “He couldn’t go through abuse like that and not be traumatized. What we need to know is whether he can cope with it, and if his present foster parents will be able to cope with it.” “You see,” said Phil, “if his records had been updated when they should have been, that would have already been arranged, and you wouldn’t have been at risk of an inappropriate placing.” “How quickly can it be arranged?” “Well Rob is seeing the boy on Monday,” Phil replied, ” I’ll see if I can arrange a consultation with our consultant psychiatrist before then.” “There are three other boys involved, ” said Jenny. “Whom we don’t currently have access to,” replied Phil. “We don’t know their foster placings either, nor whether they fall within the area covered by our practice. It’s imperative that their records are updated as soon as possible.” “I can get the police to lean on their police surgeon,” she said. “There shouldn’t be a problem with that. Meanwhile thank you doctors for your help.” With that we parted. Simon was waiting at the surgery when we got back. “You get off Rob,” said Phil. “Let me know how Jonah is, and if there’s anything I can do to help.” I thanked him and climbed into the Toyota with Simon. We got back to the flat to find Susan in charge and homework in full swing. More to the point the aroma of toad-in-the-hole filled the flat. Cabbage and potatoes were bubbling away and izmit sınırsız escort she had put in a rice pudding. “It’s good of you to help us Susan,” I told her, “but we don’t expect you to spoil us like this.” “You speak for yourself,” said Simon. “Are you going in to see Jonah?” she asked. I nodded. “Then you’ll want a good meal inside you,” she said. “I’ll stay and look after the boys. Geoff will come round here when he finishes work.” There was nothing more to say. Well Jonah looked slightly improved. He was black and blue in many places but the mask was absent, and the canula was vacant. His left leg was still suspended. “How are you feeling” I asked, glancing at his notes. “Ready to go the next round,” he replied faintly. “Well you look different to how you did yesterday, so you might if you keep on at this rate.” I told him. “They’ve got them,” he said. “I beg your pardon.” “Bob Drage was here. He says they’ve got them.” “Well that’s something I suppose. I wouldn’t mind meeting them. There are one or two things I’d like to ‘explain’ to them.” Tim Heath was hovering so I walked across to him. “The news seems to be all good,” he told me. “No internal bleeding and those two ribs are just cracked. They’ll heal quite quickly. There’s also no danger that they’ll puncture organs. I’ll show you.” He flourished a batch of X rays. and held one up. ” It’s just those two by the third lumbar vertibrae and they’re not even out of position. You can just see the line where there is a slight crack in each.” “What these two lines here?” I said. “Yes those two. They’re not even broken right through.” “Modern technology. What will they think of next.” He grinned ruefully. “Sorry doctor. I guess you’ve seen X rays before.” “Once or twice, but I appreciate you showing me, and you’re doing a great job,” I told him. “Well it’s mainly the pelvis and that leg, but by the end of next week he should be able to come home so long as he can stay downstairs.” “First floor flat,” I told him. “Oh………It looks like he might be staying with us a bit longer then.” I nodded. “Don’t worry, he’s excellent company,” I told him. The drive home was more pleasant. I was able to tell the boys that Jonah was improving and that he might be able to have visitors in a day or two. “The matron says I can visit him,” said a sudden thought. “Don’t even think about it,” I thought back, “and don’t let Luke or any of the others catch you thinking like that.” I should have guessed that Gladys Webber was the matron there, so Ben had access to inside information. Susan and Geoff said their goodnights and took their boys away. I told the boys that we were going to have a busy Saturday so an early night would be in order. In truth I hadn’t a clue what I was going to do with four boys all day Saturday but, if Ben read that in my thoughts, he kept it to himself. I went up to bed to find four boys already in it. It occurred to me to leave them there and go and sleep in one of their beds. Then it occurred to me not to be so daft. I climbed over Ben and lay down next to Luke. TO BE CONTINUED. If you’ve enjoyed this story you’d probably enjoy other stories by the same author, also on Adult/Youth. “Marooned”, “Letter from America”, ” Stranger on a train” and “The Boston Tea Party” are all by this author, as is, “The Pen-Pals” (on Young Friends). You would also probably like “A Neglected Boy” by Jacob Lion. Pictures of some of the characters in this story can be found on Jacob’s bly/jonah-stories.html My thanks go to Jacob for his generosity and hard work in making this available.

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