The Registrar's Convenient Wife

You know why, a little voice said inside his head. Because she’s gorgeous. The kind of woman you’ve always dreamed of.

Yes. But he couldn’t have her.

Ignoring the sour taste in his mouth, he scooped up a set of notes and went to see his tiny patient.

* * *

As her office door shut, Claire leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Hell, hell, hell. Why had she let her mouth run away with her like that? She’d virtually told Eliot she’d been unhappily married. And when he’d given her a hug—what he’d said had been a kid-brother sort of hug—she’d been so near to embarrassing them both. For a mad moment she’d actually thought about moving her head, letting her lips trail over his. Kissing him. For an even madder moment, she’d thought he’d been about to do the same.

Thank God they hadn’t. Because now she knew he thought of her as his big sister; he’d only given her a hug because he’d thought she could do with one.

The problem was, she couldn’t reciprocate. She simply couldn’t see Eliot Slater as her kid brother. Not now she knew what it felt like, being held by him. And he smelled good, clean and male. And...

Stop right there, Claire Thurman, she told herself. It isn’t going to happen. Your relationship’s strictly professional. And it’s going to stay that way. He’s your junior, and you’re going to do the big-sister, kid-brother thing, even if it kills you.

* * *

When the test results came back, both Claire and Eliot managed to pretend that the near-clinch in her office had never happened. ‘Coombs is positive, baby’s blood group is A positive, mum’s is A negative.’ Eliot frowned at the haemoglobin results. ‘I think we should do the exchange transfusion now.’

Claire looked at the results and nodded. ‘The haemoglobin’s too low to wait for the bilirubin levels. Have you done this before?’

‘Once.’

‘So you want Claire the dragon to put the big bad needle in?’ she teased.

‘And I’ll get the consent form signed,’ he offered. ‘Deal?’

‘Right. I’ll get Tilly to do the monitoring.’

He checked his watch. ‘An exchange transfusion usually takes about two hours, doesn’t it?’

‘And you can’t stay that long.’

He hated the disappointment in her eyes. But how could he explain that it wasn’t her, it wasn’t anything to do with what had nearly happened between them in her office, without going into detail about his family circumstances? Detail he didn’t want to go into, because he definitely didn’t want her pity. ‘Sorry,’ he muttered.

‘No problem.’

‘Tills—case conference,’ Claire said when they reached the nurses’ station. ‘We have a little one with rhesus haemolytic disease, and we’re going to do an exchange transfusion. Which means, Eliot?’

‘It corrects the anaemia and stops the circulatory system being overloaded—at the moment the baby has a normal blood volume but the central venous pressure’s too high. We need to use warmed blood—at thirty-seven degrees—cross-matched against the baby’s and the mum’s blood. The blood we put in will replace the red blood cells which are coated with antibodies—the new blood will be compatible with the mum’s serum so the antibodies won’t coat the new red blood cells,’ Eliot recited. ‘Tilly, Claire’s going to do the cannula in the umbilical artery and vein, and we’re going to remove the blood in five-mil aliquots from the artery and replace it through continuous infusion into the vein, so there’s less risk of the baby’s blood pressure fluctuating. The baby may need some pain relief and we need to watch for rebound of the bilirubin serum level.’

Claire nodded. ‘OK, you’ve passed your viva.’ She gave him what she hoped was a big-sister grin. ‘Tills, we want to monitor Miles’s ECG, his Us and Es, bilirubin, glucose—you know there’s a risk of rebound hypoglycaemia after the transfusion—and calcium.’

‘OK. And are we doing phototherapy after that?’

‘Yes. The usual—keep him uncovered as much as possible, keep an eye on his temperature and fluid loss and keep checking the eye shields to make sure they’re not irritating his eyes,’ Claire confirmed.

‘And pinch a surgeon’s mask to use as a mini-nappy to protect his gonads from chromatic radiation damage,’ Tilly added.

‘Why don’t we use a phototherapy blanket?’ Eliot asked, referring to the fibre-optic filaments which carried a high-intensity halogen light source, woven into a pad which the baby could lie on. ‘Then he wouldn’t need an eye shield, and it’ll be easier for Estée to care for him.’

‘We don’t have any,’ Claire told him. ‘We’re fundraising at the moment. So if you want to buy some raffle tickets...’

He rolled his eyes. ‘OK, OK. Message received and understood.’

‘And you’re a doctor, so there’s a minimum purchase level of ten tickets,’ Tilly added.

‘I think I’ll go and get that consent form signed, before you two get too carried away,’ Eliot said with a grin.

‘Like I said. He’s lovely,’ Tilly muttered to Claire when Eliot had gone. ‘He’d be good for you.’

‘Like I said, it’s not going to happen,’ Claire muttered back.

If only...

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