if he relaxed. He seemed very stiff and distant now he was working—nothing like his relaxed, friendly, affable wife, who’d thought nothing of draping her arms around the shoulders of friends, who’d positively warmed everyone with her wide smile and closeness.
And then he’d said, ‘When you’ve dealt with each of your patients I’d like you to run your results past me before you discharge anyone.’
Run her results past him?
‘Why?’
‘Because I’ve asked you to.’
‘You don’t trust my judgement? I’ve been a doctor for many years. I know what I’m doing.’
‘But I’ve never worked with you before, and though I’m sure you have a stellar reputation, Dr Bailey, I’d like to make sure that my department is operating at its optimum level.’
So...the sympathetic father persona had disappeared the second he’d clocked on. He was all business, and Brooke had felt slighted that she wasn’t being trusted to treat a patient by herself, but would have to check in with Matt.
‘Fine—Major.’
She escorted her first patient through to a vacant cubicle and got him to sit down whilst she pulled out a new file. ‘So, do you want to tell me what happened?’
‘Nothing happened. That’s why I can’t understand why my wrist hurts so much!’
Brooke frowned. ‘Why don’t you start at the beginning? When did the pain start?’
‘I went to bed last night and my wrist was fine, but in the night I got woken suddenly by this intense pain in it—like lightning, it was. I sat up immediately and rubbed at it, and took some painkillers, but it was ages before I could get back to sleep. When I woke up it still hurt, and I noticed this bruising to the side of it.’
Brooke peered at his wrist. There was some bruising to it—like a dark cloud. Not much, though. ‘Have you had a fall recently?’
‘Not really. I was crouched down loading the washing machine the other day and I lost my balance slightly, put out my hands to stop myself from falling, but that’s all. It wasn’t a fall, as such.’
She examined his wrist and checked his range of motion. He could bend it and move it around without causing any extra pain. But he said he felt a constant burning sensation in the centre. She touched his fingers, asked if he could feel the sensation, if he had any numbness or tingling. He reported some tingling in his ring and little fingers. Capillary refill was good, and there didn’t seem to be any occlusion of the blood vessels.
‘I think, Mr Goodman, that you may have carpal tunnel syndrome. The pain waking you in the night is a classic symptom. But I’m going to send you for an X-ray just in case you’ve got a small fracture in one of the wrist bones, because carpal tunnel wouldn’t cause this bruising.’
‘Oh, right. Okay...’
‘Do you need any more painkillers whilst you wait?’
‘No, I can cope.’
She scribbled her findings onto his notes and then filled out a small slip of paper. ‘Right, would you like to come with me?’
Brooke walked him to the main corridor and pointed out a red line on the floor.
‘Follow that. It’ll take you to a new waiting area in Radiology. Hand in the form, they’ll take an X-ray or two, and then come back to the main waiting room. I’ll call you in when we’ve got the result.’
‘Thank you, Doctor.’ Mr Goodman headed off.
Brooke headed over to the doctors’ station to transfer her notes to the computer. Her friend Kelly was there too.
‘Welcome back! Finally got here, then?’
‘Yeah... Hey, why didn’t you tell me that our new boss was Jen’s husband?’
Kelly smiled. ‘Because I knew how guilty you felt about not calling in on him, and I thought that if you knew he was going to be your boss then you would just fret for weeks about starting work and today was going to be hard enough for you! How is Morgan? Did she settle into the crèche okay?’
‘She screamed her head off, which caused me to get upset, and that allowed our kind new Major to take great pleasure in letting me know I’d sprung a leak.’ She patted her chest and raised an eyebrow at her friend.
Kelly laughed. ‘Pads are in now, though, right?’
Brooke smiled. ‘Pads are most definitely in. They might be the most unsexy thing a woman ever has to wear, but they don’t half make your boobs look good.’
She pushed out her chest to emphasise their impressive size to her friend, unaware that at that moment Matt had come up right behind her.
He cleared his throat and Brooke instantly hunched over and spun in her chair to smile at him, cheeks flaming. ‘Hi.’
There was a ghost of a smile on his face. ‘How’s everything going, Dr Bailey?’
‘Erm...yeah...good, I think.’
She could hear Kelly sniggering behind her and made a mental note to kick her under the table later. How many more times would she get to embarrass herself in front of him? So far she’d cried, leaked milk everywhere, worn poo-stained clothes and thrust her breasts out on show like an amateur glamour model. What must he think of her?
‘How are things with you?’ she asked awkwardly, trying to fill the silence.
He smiled, and she briefly wondered why he didn’t do that more often. It transformed his face completely. He was a good-looking guy, but holding that stern, stoic I-am-not-amused pose did nothing for him. But smiling? Genuinely smiling? He could compete with the best of those heartthrobs stuck on Jen’s locker.
‘I’m good, thank you.’
‘That’s great.’ She smiled back, wondering what to say, what to do.
Why was this so awkward? She didn’t normally have difficulty getting on with colleagues or superiors. Why was talking to him so different?
In her scrubs pocket, her phone trilled. Not wanting to check her phone with him standing there, she continued to grin at him, waiting for him to say or do something.
‘Kelly, I’d like a quick word, if I may, when you’re free?’
Kelly nodded. ‘I’ll be five minutes.’
‘I’ll be in my office.’ And Matt turned on a dime and headed off.
Brooke let out a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding. Then she turned to Kelly. ‘Wow. Way to go, Brooke. How come he calls you by your first name but calls me Dr Bailey?’
Kelly grinned. ‘Probably because of my stellar good looks and beauty and because he wants to get in my pants.’
Brooke gaped. ‘What?’
Her
