One Night With Dr Nikolaides: One Night with Dr Nikolaides. Tina Beckett

       CHAPTER ONE

      THEO’S EYES FOLLOWED the wheeled supplies trolley as it rolled past the exam bed. The moan and creak of concrete against steel shot his senses to high alert.

      When his fingers were unable to gain purchase on the delicate needle he’d been reaching for he knew what was happening.

      “Up you come!” He pulled the little boy he’d been treating from the exam table to his chest, careful to mind his freshly sutured knee. “You too.” He beckoned for the boy’s mother to stand in the doorframe, grateful for the modern reinforced framework they’d insisted on for the clinic.

      She stood frozen with fear. Pragmatism demanded he pull her close to him, certain it was the safest place to be. Earthquakes weren’t common in the Greek islands, but the archipelago had been subject to more than its fair share over the past few years.

      “I know it’s frightening, but you must stay here!” He held the terrified mother, a young woman he’d gone to school with, close to him. “Alida, please.”

      He tightened his grip, fighting the urge to cough as the shift and strain of drywall released chalky clouds of gypsum into the air.

      “The clinic is the safest place to be.”

      His voice ended up sounding harsher than he’d intended. Harsh for the voice of a schoolfriend and a doctor. But the clinic had never borne the test of an actual earthquake, and as the seconds ground and rasped into minutes he knew the uncompromising deal he’d made with his father had been the right one. Pride for money.

      An infinitesimal wince crossed his face as he remembered the handshake that had sealed his fate.

      “What is happening?”

      He held the pair of them tight, the toddler clinging to his shoulders, soft whimpers of fear vibrating along his small chest into Theo’s.

      Alida tried to take her son and run. A natural instinct, he presumed. To care. Protect. Put one’s own life on the line to save that of your child.

      His lips thinned. That wasn’t a childhood he’d known. And what had followed in its wake wasn’t worth thinking about. Not anymore.

      Waves splashed up against the back of the clinic...the secure dock had been rendered invisible. The normal gentle hum and buzz of the clinic had been replaced by a cacophony of tightly issued instructions. Phones. Alarms.

      Theo lifted his eyes to the invisible heavens in thanks for the emergency training they’d insisted upon for all the staff. He and his “brothers” had never wanted anyone to feel any unnecessary pain or fear when they entered the doors of the Mythelios Free Clinic. The Malakas of Mythelios. His best friends. The closest thing he had to a real family after his own had proved to be nothing more than a mirage.

      He’d get on the phone to them as soon as possible. His gut told him that whatever was happening beyond these sheltered walls would demand all of them this time. If he could even track them down...

      Ares was usually in the world’s latest hellhole, doing his best to put a dent in its need for medical care. Deakin’s specialist burn treatment skills were in demand worldwide. Heaven knew where he was now. And Chris, a neurosurgeon, could usually be found in New York City. If he wanted to be found, that was. More often than not he didn’t.

      Not that it had stopped him from posing for that insane calendar of local island men that had been organized to raise funds for the clinic. Ooopaa! Theo’s eyes followed that very calendar’s trajectory across the room as it slid to the floor behind the reception desk. It was his month anyway. No great loss.

      Again Alida tried to pull her son away from him and run. “It’s gone on too long!”

      “It’s nearly over now,” he soothed. As if he knew. Earthquakes could last for seconds or minutes. There’d been tremors on the island before, but nothing like this. The Richter scale would be near to double digits. Of that he had no doubt.

      He tuned