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‘SORRY if this is awkward for you!’

A good dose of Maggie had an infinitely calmer Louise steering her stainless-steel dressing trolley into Daniel’s room the next morning. With Elaine on a late shift, staff allocation had been done by the nurse unit manager, Candy, who, blissfully unaware of their history, had decided, given the nature of Daniel’s injury, to save him the embarrassment of having someone familiar look after him and had allocated the delicate task of taking his dressing down to a blushing Louise.

‘Awkward doesn’t come close.’ Daniel grimaced, wobbling his way gingerly back to the bed with his IV pole in one hand, a pair of black cycling-short-style undies on and a white T-shirt at mid-torso and pulled onto one arm only. ‘That’s why I took the dressing down myself in there.’

‘Have you had a shower?’ Louise said accusingly, answering the question for herself as she did so—his hair was drenched and his back was still soaking. ‘You’re not supposed to get your dressing wet—and you know that you’re supposed to let the staff know if you get out of bed. You could have passed out or anything.’

‘I’d have been far more likely to pass out if you’d come at me with those bloody tweezers and peeled it off…’ Daniel attempted, but his face had a horribly greyish tinge and Louise knew that, despite his bravado, the room was spinning for him. She watched as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and knew that if he didn’t get to the bed soon, he’d end up on the floor. ‘Come on,’ she said gently, taking the IV pole from him and instinctively taking his arm—instinctively, because she was a nurse and he was a patient who had done way too much and was about to pass out. But nothing in her nursing career had prepared her for this, his touch, the first in almost a year almost more than she could bear, feeling his reluctant weight on her arm as she tried to lead him the short distance to his bed.

Maybe her touch was too much for him, too, because after a few seconds of contact he pulled away. But Louise was having none of it.

‘Take my arm and let’s get you back to bed,’ Louise said firmly, but again he pushed it away, attempting to drag himself the last few steps. However, his body today wasn’t as autonomous as his mind, and he clutched at a chair to steady himself, loudly dragging in air as he willed himself not to faint. Completely unfazed, Louise just rolled her eyes.

‘Faint away, then, Daniel.’

‘I’m OK,’ he insisted through very pale, very dry lips.

‘The porters can always help me lift you back into bed when you land on the floor…’

He gave in then, actually held out his hand to her, and she took not just that, but his arm, too, placing her other arm around his. His back was drenched with cold sweat as she swiftly steered his fall from grace onto the safety of the mattress—and he lay there on his side for a moment, ghastly pale and completely out of it. If she’d been more junior she’d have pressed the bell and called for help, but Louise was confident enough in her own ability to know that Daniel was suffering from nothing more than a simple faint, and saved him the indignity of the world rushing in by raising the foot of the bed and giving him a quick whiff of oxygen. She checked his pulse and watched him closely as he came round.

Yes, she’d giggled with Maggie about the appropriateness of his injury, made more than a few wicked comments last night as she’d compared it to childbirth, but watching this tall proud man absolutely out of it, seeing the purple bruise halfway down his inner thigh and spreading over the top of his cycle shorts, she softened like butter, knowing how horrible and undignified this entire episode must have been for him. Despite the pain, despite the anger, she actually felt sorry for him.

‘You fainted,’ Louise said gently, as his eyes slowly opened. ‘But you’re fine now.’

‘Did you call a code?’ Even in this wretched state he managed a stab of dry humour at his predicament. ‘Just in case there’s someone left in the hospital who’s missed out on a good look at my scrotum!’

‘Ooh, believe me, I thought about it,’ Louise grinned down at him and watched as a ghost of a smile flickered on his lips, standing quietly as his colour slowly returned and his pulse settled. ‘Better?’ she said finally, when she’d checked his blood pressure. Clearly he was, so she turned off the oxygen and lowered the foot of the bed as he slowly sat up.

‘Thanks.’ Daniel nodded, letting out a long breath. ‘Thanks,’ he said again, clearly appreciating the fact that it was still just the two of them in the room.

‘Have some water,’ she offered, splashing some water from the jug into a beaker and lifting it to his lips, knowing as surely as the sun rose every morning that if it had been anyone else other than her who had walked into the room, they’d have been shooed away with a stern bark, and he’d have ended up on the floor. She was glad for the chance to be able to look after him—at least for this short time.

‘How’s your pain?’ Louise asked. ‘And, please, don’t fob me off.’

‘Between you and me?’ he said.

‘Sure.’

‘Bloody agony,’ he admitted. ‘But if I have another jab of pethidine, I know that they’ll want to keep me in till after lunch.’

‘What about a couple of Panadeine Forte,’ Louise offered, checking through his chart. ‘You’re written up—’

‘A couple of tablets aren’t going to help,’ Daniel retorted, proving that doctors really did make the worst patients!

‘Well, they definitely won’t if you don’t take them,’ Louise pointed out. ‘Why does it have to be all or nothing with you—that if you can’t have pethidine then you’ll just have to suffer on?’

‘OK,’ he bristled as Louise marched out and returned a couple of moments later with two white tablets, which he reluctantly swallowed.

‘You’re too damn proud for your own good!’ she scolded, hoping for bossy nurse mode, trying to keep a grip here as she attempted the impossible—to treat him solely as a patient. ‘And what on earth have you done with your T-shirt?’

‘I couldn’t work out how to feed the drip through—you nurses make it look easy.’

Louise collected a towel from the bathroom and then dried his back, before turning off the IVAC and dismantling the IV, pulling the tubing through the free arm of his T-shirt then feeding his hand through.

‘This is probably coming down after the round.’

‘Hope so,’ Daniel said. ‘I just want to go home. Is it awkward for you?’ He looked up at her. ‘Looking after me, I mean?’

She even managed to laugh. ‘Not at all! I’m a bit miffed, actually—I was kind of looking forward to giving you a good dressing down!’

‘Sweet revenge?’ Daniel asked, a hint of a smile ghosting on his pale lips.

‘Something like that,’ Louise answered. ‘I ought to check your wound really, but if you’d rather leave it for the round, I understand.’

‘I’ll leave it, thanks.’

‘Sure,’ Louise said, quietly relieved. The thought of seeing him so black and bruised held no appeal. ‘I’ll just do your obs again.

‘Aren’t cricketers supposed to wear a shield or something?’ she asked as she wrapped the blood-pressure cuff around his arm.

‘It’s called a box,’ Daniel answered. ‘And, yes, the batsman wears a box, only I wasn’t batting at the time—I was supposed to be fielding.’

‘I didn’t know you played cricket.’

‘I don’t play much, but an Englishman in Australia has to defend his honour.’ He smiled, then changed the subject back from vaguely friendly to painfully personal. ‘So, how come you’re here, Louise?’

‘There wasn’t really much work back home—well, not with the hours that I wanted,’ Louise said, giving him her standard response, but Daniel knew her too well to be fobbed off.

‘It must be hard in the city with your family so far away,’ he delved, and as Louise rolled her eyes he gave a low laugh. ‘They’re not still fighting?’

‘You’ve no idea.’ Louise gave a dramatic sigh. ‘Catherine’s getting married in a few months.’

‘Your sister?’

‘My half-sister,’ Louise corrected him.

‘How’s your mum taking it?’ he asked, matching her grimace, and it was so nice that even after all this time he understood, so very nice to put the animosity on hold and talk to him again.

To talk as they once had.

‘Terribly,’ Louise admitted. ‘Though, in her defence, there’s just no escaping it—in a small country town a wedding’s a big thing, especially this one. The local baker’s doing the cake, Mum’s close friend is a dressmaker and she’s working on the wedding dress and all the bridesmaids’ outfits, and the reception is being held in the local pub. You’d think it was European royalty that was getting married…’

‘That’s your mother talking!’ Daniel checked, and Louise laughed as she nodded.

‘Well, she found out a couple of months ago that Dad was paying for the wedding and even though they’re divorced, even though financially it doesn’t affect Mum a bit—well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly a soothing environment with a new baby on board. I think I’ll be staying in Melbourne for a while, at least until after the wedding!’

‘So how are things—how are you finding the ward?’

‘Good.’ Louise nodded. ‘I’m starting to find my way around.’

‘Who are you looking after this morning?’

‘A couple of easy ones—or they would be easy if they didn’t go taking showers and fainting on me and then…’ She gave an uncomfortable shrug. ‘I shouldn’t really be discussing the patients.’

‘They’re my patients,’ Daniel pointed out. ‘Who else have you got?’

‘Jordan Adams,’ Louise answered.

‘How’s he doing now he’s on the ward?’

‘OK,’ Louise answered thoughtfully. ‘Well, he seems OK. He’s being weaned off the tracheostomy and he’s starting to eat a little…’

‘How’s his mood?’ Daniel asked perceptively, because it was Jordan’s mood that was worrying Louise most. Most patients, after coming out of ICU, were so used to the intense one-on-one nursing contact that they tended to panic once on the ward and demand attention, but instead Jordan’s mood was flat, making little eye contact when Louise tried to talk to him, refusing to see his friends when they arrived to visit him—instead, just staring unseeingly at the television above his bed.

‘It’s not great,’ Louise sighed. ‘I think he saw himself in the mirror for the first time over the weekend and he hates that colostomy with a passion.’