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‘GOOD morning, Dr Masters, your six a.m. alarm call.’

‘But I didn’t book one,’ Alice replied, fuddled and confused. Flicking on the light, she reached for her watch, trying to orientate herself to her surroundings. With a jolt of panic she reached for her pager. ‘Has anyone been trying to get hold of me?’

‘Not as far as I know,’ the switchboard operator answered cheerfully. Replacing the receiver, Alice sat up slowly.

‘Good morning to you, too,’ she said, as the baby let out a huge kick.

Standing under the shower jets, Alice closed her eyes as the warm water slowly brought her around. Four solid hours’ sleep on an on-call night was a luxury she hadn’t even dared dream about. Thank goodness the switchboard operator had called, Alice thought. She was so tired she might have slept in until midday. Pulling on some fresh greens, she made her way down to the canteen, but the bleeping of her pager foiled any thought of lingering over a cooked breakfast. After purchasing a muesli bar and a coffee from the machine, she made her way over to the surgical unit.

‘Morning, Fi, how has it been?’