Rosabella Brandon, Dowager Countess of Charleston and Julianna Brandon, Countess of Charleston sat together in the Drawing Room of the Dower House because the two ladies were waiting for Mr Richard Smithers to enter with their tea as the Dowager Countess had a telegram resting upon the lap of her lilac day dress while Lady Charleston at across from the Dowager Countess in a Black and white Edwardian suit, "My Dear, we are alas running out of options because most of the lawyers which I have written to only huff and puff but they echo the same response as Wilkens which is that nothing can be changed," The Dowager Countess said as Mr Smithers entered the Drawing Room with the silver tray in hand which contained the teapot and teacups.
Mr Smithers placed the tray upon the table before he poured the tea for the ladies, "Well they do not want the burden of opposing Wilkens," Lady Charleston said.
"Precisely," The Dowager Countess said before Mr Smithers crossed the room to present her with the floral ceramic teacup of Tea.
"I just wish that Nora was not so confident that the entail could be put right," Lady Charleston said.
"Meanwhile we have to watch as that horrible woman dances around the village as if she owns it," The Dowager Countess said placing her teacup down upon the saucer.
"I believe that she intends well," Lady Charleston said before bring the teacup to her lips.
"Meaning well is not enough because just think of poor Dr McCoy with what he has done to deserve being tormented by that woman," The Dowager Countess said.
"I indicate that Dr McCoy may be in for an uncomfortable afternoon," Lady Charleston said over her floral teacup.
"Why?" The Dowager Countess asked after swallowing tea and looking into the direction of her daughter-in-law.
"On my way here through town I saw her going into the Hospital and she looked extremely determined," Lady Charleston said.
The Dowager Countess rose to her feet from the armchair to stand over Lady Charleston, "Not as determined as I am about to be," The Dowager Countess said as she moved from the table towards the Drawing Room door leaving Lady Charleston seated alone in the Dower House Drawing Room.
Dr Nickolas McCoy sat at his wooden desk while his fountain pen scratched along the parchment before him when the solid wooden door burst open, "Ma'am, Dr McCoy is busy at the moment," Nurse Isobel Frost called
Mrs Brandon immediately wondered into the office and approached Dr McCoy as he rose from his swivel chair to stand over his desk facing Mrs Brandon as she produced a small vial of adrenaline, "I have the adrenaline here in my hand so will you really deny the dying man his chance at life?" Mrs Brandon asked.
"I just wish that it was a treatment procedure which I was more familiar with," Mr McCoy said.
"Will that be the excuse which you give his widow when he dies?" Mrs Brandon asked enraged by Dr McCoy stubbornness to attempt the new.
Dr McCoy walked around from behind his desk towards Mrs Brandon before he took the small vial from her and then over to the solid wooden door which was open, "Francesca," Nurse Francesca Dillon appeared before the office door which he gave his wife the small vial, "my dear, can you prepare Mr Clark for his procedure, please?" Mrs Brandon watched as Nurse Francesca Dillon dashed away from her husband towards the main ward passing Nurse Frost and Nurse Goldsmith before the Doctor turned back towards Mrs Brandon, "we shall sink or swim together, Mrs Brandon," Dr McCoy and Mrs Brandon wandered down towards the hospital corridor leading from Dr McCoy's office to the main ward were Nurse Frost and Nurse Dillon had prepared Mr Clark for Dr McCoy to operate upon Mr Clark before Dr McCoy approached to lean over Mr Clark, "Mr Clark, you heart is not functioning properly and as a result your pericardial sac is taking fluid which I am preposing that I first have to drain the fluid from the sac before I quickly have to inject the adrenaline to stimulate the heart and restore normal function," Dr McCoy said.
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