at each other, neither willing to give an inch.
‘We should go and speak to the patient at least,’ Caitlin said eventually. ‘We should give her all the facts and let her decide.’
‘Do you think that’s fair?’ Andrew countered. ‘If she decides to go ahead and let us deliver the baby, and the baby dies, she’ll carry that burden always. She’ll always wonder if she made the right decision.’
‘And if she takes your advice and waits, and she and the baby both die, then what about the rest of her family? She has two children under the age of five. Do you think it’s fair to leave them without a mother?’ Caitlin felt her voice catch on the last words as an image of her niece and nephew growing up without their mother flashed across her mind.
Andrew looked at her sharply. ‘Are you sure this isn’t becoming personal, Caitlin?’ he asked softly.
Caitlin gritted her teeth in frustration. She never let her personal feelings or emotions interfere with her professional judgement. But that didn’t mean that she looked on her patients just as obstetric dilemmas—she prided herself on taking all aspects of their lives into account when making a clinical decision. How dared he suggest otherwise? Even if he already thought of her as some sort of pathetic female that needed rescuing. Now he was accusing her of being over-emotional and letting her worry about her sister cloud her judgement. Well, she would soon put him right.
‘Let me make one thing absolutely clear, Dr Bedi. It’s important we understand one another if we are going to be making joint decisions about patients.’ Her voice was cold and clipped, even to her own ears, but she made no attempt to soften her tone. ‘The decisions I make are always—’ she emphasised the last word ‘—made on the basis of what is good for my patient. I never let personal feelings cloud my judgement.’ Aware that she had curled her hands into fists, she made herself relax. What was it about this man which caused her to have such strong reactions?
‘I’m glad to hear it, Dr O’Neill,’ he said calmly. ‘Because if I ever had reason to think you weren’t up to the job, believe you me, regardless of the friendship I have with your family. I wouldn’t hesitate to have you removed from the case. Now, do I make myself clear?’
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