had to be.
‘Anyway, he’s probably already spoken for.’
‘You mean, you don’t know?’ Tilly raised an eyebrow. ‘Isn’t it in his file?’
‘I was more interested in his work,’ Claire said wryly. ‘And I’m staying happily single at least until I’ve got a consultant’s post, thank you very much.’
‘Firstly, he doesn’t look married. Secondly, you’re practically consultant now—you’re acting consultant, and that’s near enough in my book. You just need to meet Mr Right. Or Dr Right.’
Claire smiled. ‘Thanks, but I’m fine and dandy on my own, Tills. I don’t need any complications.’
* * *
Eliot had been about to go to the nurses’ station when he’d heard his name mentioned and decided it probably wasn’t a good time to interrupt. Now, standing in the corridor and hearing Claire’s scathing comment, he gritted his teeth. Like every other locum...leaves dead on the dot. That really wasn’t fair. He’d been working at Ludbury Memorial Hospital for a week and he gave his all when he was in the neonatal unit. But he couldn’t blindly disregard his working hours. It wasn’t because he was lazy or didn’t want to work a single second more than he was paid for, as Claire had implied. It was simply that he knew if his timekeeping wasn’t perfect, Fran would leave and everything would collapse around his ears.
He’d become a locum five years ago so he could walk away when he needed to, without letting the team down. But the senior registrar clearly thought he was a lightweight. Eliot burned with the injustice of it. Though if he explained to her now, he’d feel he was pressing the point too hard. Or, worse, whining for sympathy. And didn’t they say that eavesdroppers never heard any good of themselves?
He took a deep breath and walked round to the nurses’ station.
‘Dr Slater.’ Claire gave him a very professional smile. ‘What can I do for you?’
‘I’ve just updated the notes on Becky Poole if you want to review the file, Dr Thurman,’ he said.
‘Thank you.’ She took the proffered file. ‘You’re due a break, aren’t you?’
That comment about locums still rankled: no way was he going to go off duty for even a second before his shift ended. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ he said.
‘Actually, it does,’ Claire said, surprising him. ‘The special care baby unit’s a high-pressure environment, so you need regular breaks to recharge your batteries.’ She gave him a half-smile that made his heart rate speed up a notch. ‘I don’t crack the whip that hard on my staff.’
‘Regular dragon is our Claire,’ Tilly said with a grin.
Claire pulled a face at her. ‘Yeah, right. I have a patient to see. Catch you later.’
‘Her bark’s worse than her bite,’ Tilly told Eliot.
‘I didn’t think dragons barked,’ Eliot said drily.
Tilly chuckled. ‘This one does. Seriously, Eliot, don’t take any notice if she growls at you. Claire’s great. She backs her staff to the hilt—no politics where she’s concerned, because the patients come first, last and always. So how long are you with us?’
‘Until Kelly comes back,’ he said, referring to the doctor he was filling in for while she was on maternity leave. Unless...But no. He wasn’t going to tempt fate and think up problems. Be positive, he told himself. Fran was going to stay and Ryan was going to be just fine.
* * *
Some time later, Eliot was called down to the maternity ward to look at one of the newborns. ‘I’m not happy about this little one,’ Shannon told him. ‘Ricky Peters—he’s twenty hours old, a thirty-seven-weeker, weight a shade under six pounds. He’s his mum’s first baby. No problems in the pregnancy, though she had a bit of a long labour and she needed a ventouse at the end.’
‘What was his Apgar score?’ Eliot asked. The Apgar score was a way of classifying the baby’s condition one minute and five minutes after birth—relating to the baby’s breathing, heart rate, colour, muscle tone and reaction to stimulation. A high score usually meant that the baby would be fine.
‘Six, at five minutes,’ Shannon said.
Not quite as good as Eliot had hoped—he’d really wanted a nine or ten—but not that bad either. ‘What are his symptoms?’ Eliot asked.
‘That’s just it. I can’t put my finger on it—I just know that something isn’t right. He’s a bit sleepy, which I know you’d expect in an early baby, but he’s not feeding as well as he was earlier.’
Shannon’s badge proclaimed she was a senior midwife. Eliot decided to trust her instincts.
‘Mum’s temperature is up a bit, too,’ Shannon said.
A bell rang in the back of Eliot’s head. Maternal fever...‘Did she have group B strep during pregnancy?’ he asked.
Shannon looked through the notes. ‘She wasn’t tested, according to this.’
And even if she had been, Eliot knew that the test was unreliable, with a fifty per cent false negative result. ‘Let’s have a look at him,’ Eliot said.
Shannon introduced him to Leona Peters, and Eliot duly admired the baby. ‘Well done, you. He’s gorgeous,’ he said, cuddling the baby.
‘My hubby says he looks like a Martian with that pointed head,’ Leona said wryly.
‘So do all ventouse babies—but it doesn’t last. His head’ll be back to normal before you know it,’ Eliot reassured her. ‘Right, then, little one, let’s see how you’re doing.’ The baby’s heart rate was a bit on the high side for Eliot’s liking, and the baby was breathing fast and ‘grunting’ slightly. Ricky was also slightly irritable during the examination, and the warning bell in the back of Eliot’s head grew stronger.
‘I’d like to do a few tests, Mrs Peters—just to rule out a couple of things that might be brewing,’ he said. ‘I’d like to take him up to my ward—the neonatal unit—to warm him up a bit.’
Leona looked alarmed. ‘Special Care, you mean? How long will he be there?’
‘It shouldn’t be too long. And you’re very welcome to come with him,’ Eliot said. He knew it was the ward policy to encourage bonding between parents and babies.
She nodded. ‘I wondered if he was coming down with a cold. I feel a bit groggy at the moment, and there’s been a filthy summer cold going round at home.’
‘Could be.’ It could also be something a lot more serious, but Eliot decided not to worry her just yet. ‘If it is a virus, it’d be handy to know what it is, so I’ll ask Shannon to do a couple of tests on you before you come up, if that’s all right.’
He wrapped the baby gently in a blanket. ‘Have you got a spare hat, Shannon, and some oxygen to keep him going until I’m upstairs? And could you ring up to Tilly to tell her to expect us?’
‘Sure.’
