* * *
Anna finished her lunch and left the canteen. With her mind still on Liam and the pain he had so carelessly inflicted on her, she made her way back to A and E. She was preoccupied with thoughts of her broken romance when she became aware of the sound of quickening footsteps behind her. She stepped to one side, thinking that somebody might want to get past in a hurry. Then a man said, ‘Anneka?’ Looking round, she saw that the man, a medic she presumed from his theatre blues, was talking to her.
‘Are you speaking to me?’ she asked.
She found herself looking into the brown eyes of a man she’d never seen before, though that was hardly surprising in a hospital the size of the Royal. He was tall and dark-haired, and good-looking. Even under his theatre garb she could see that his shoulders were wide and powerful, his body lean and tapering. His skin was slightly bronzed as if he’d just returned from a holiday abroad. But underneath the tan he looked pale…a very strange illusion, thought Anna. She’d seen it before in patients who were in shock. All the colour drained from their faces, but a little of the tan remained.
The man stood stock still, staring at her. He said nothing, just stared at her. She felt herself shiver under his gaze.
‘Are you all right?’ she asked. ‘You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘You just reminded me of someone else.’ He appeared embarrassed by his gaffe.
To smooth things over, she gave him a brief smile, saying, ‘My name’s Anna. I thought at first that you’d just got my name wrong. Is it someone called Anneka you’re looking for?’
The man half turned away, not rudely. ‘Sorry about that,’ he said, walking back down the corridor. ‘I’m supposed to be in Theatre. Sorry to have bothered you.’
Anna shrugged her shoulders and continued on her way.
* * *
The rest of the day was just as hectic as the morning had been.
A young boy who’d broken his arm in two places was X-rayed and his arm set in plaster. He was sent home with an ‘I Was Brave’ sticker on his shirt and a prescription for child analgesic. A pregnant woman with stomach pains and white with fear that she would lose her baby was examined, given tests and then admitted to a ward for observation. There were two drunks and a drug addict, a man with toothache and a middle-aged woman who’d injured herself during an epileptic fit. They were arriving in a steady trickle on foot, by car and by ambulance.
‘We’ve got a stabbing coming in now,’ said the sister in charge of the day team as she ran to the ambulance entrance.
A surgeon and an operating department assistant had been bleeped but they hadn’t yet arrived. Two radiographers, three nurses and Anna were waiting in one of the resuscitation wards.
When the patient arrived, his clothes covered in blood, he was raving and abusive but otherwise cooperative.
‘I’ll kill the bastards who did this,’ he shouted, his voice slurred with drink and pain. ‘I thought they were going to hit me with a bottle but they stabbed me instead. In the bloody back! The cowardly bastards!’
‘Roll him over,’ instructed Anna in order that the team could examine the injury. Above their heads the incident clock logged the seconds.
After an initial examination, the radiographers X-rayed him and a nurse monitored his blood pressure.
‘Here comes the surgery team,’ said the sister in charge. Anna looked round briefly and saw that the surgeon walking towards them and their blood-soaked patient was the man who’d come running after her in the corridor earlier that day, calling her ‘Anneka’.
‘Hello again,’ she said. ‘I’m Anna Craven, the duty registrar.’
‘Jack Harvey,’ he replied in acknowledgement, ‘the new casualty consultant.’ He smiled at her and nodded to the rest of the team.
Anna told him the patient’s history and said they were now waiting for the X-rays to come back. They arrived almost as she spoke and Anna and Jack studied them.
‘His chest cavity is filling with blood,’ said Jack. ‘His lungs will be getting squashed and he’ll have difficulty in breathing if we don’t drain it straight away.’
The team worked swiftly and efficiently, draining the patient’s chest and stemming the blood flow from the stab wound. It took them less than thirty minutes to stabilise his condition and get him out of immediate danger.
During the time they worked together, Anna noticed that Jack kept looking at her—not in a blatantly sexual way—but more out of curiosity. She couldn’t help noticing him either. He really was very good-looking. He reminded her in some ways of Liam— but whereas Liam had pale blue eyes, Jack’s were a warm brown.
When the surgeon and his operating assistant had left, taking the wounded patient with them, one of the nurses said to Anna, ‘He’s a bit of a dish, isn’t he?’
‘You mean our stab victim? A bit too heavy-jowled for me,’ said Anna, deliberately misunderstanding.
‘Not him! I mean Mr Handsome, the new casualty consultant.’
‘Handsome is as handsome does,’ replied Anna, smiling through gritted teeth, adding, ‘I’m right off good-looking men at the moment. In fact, I’m off all men, full stop.’
‘Yeah, me too,’ said the nurse. ‘They’re all pigs, aren’t they?’
* * *
At the end of her shift, Anna changed out of the theatre blues worn by all the doctors and nurses in A and E and into her own clothes.
She was walking to her car when, for the second time that day, she heard someone running towards her. And again it was Jack Harvey.
‘Anna!’ he said, calling to her from several metres away.
A prickle of irritation went through her. She wasn’t in the mood for talking, not to him or anyone. She just wanted to get home to the safe haven of her small apartment and continue the healing process on her own. The hurt inflicted by Liam was still very raw and it was going to take longer than a couple of weeks to heal. For that she needed to be by herself. Solitary confinement had a lot going for it, she decided. By the time Jack had reached her she’d taken out her car key and was fitting it in the lock, ready for a quick getaway.
‘Anna,’ he said again when he reached her. He was slightly breathless, having sprinted at top speed across the full length of the car park.
‘At least you’ve got my name right this time!’ she joked through clenched teeth.
He took a deep breath. ‘Will you come out for a drink with me?’ he asked, the words tumbling out all at once.
‘What? Now?’ She tried to keep the irritation from her voice.
He nodded.
The nerve of the man! The nerve of all handsome men! They just think they can snap their fingers and you’ll come running.
‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘got things to do.’
She opened the car door and slid into the driver’s seat.
‘Another night, then?’ he persisted, leaning into the car. ‘Perhaps we could have a meal?’ He looked so intense, so appealing and little-boy-lost that Anna almost weakened.
‘I’m afraid you’ll have to take no for an answer, Jack,’ she said pleasantly but firmly, her cool, serene looks emphasising that she really did mean no.
‘Look,’