The Doctor's Secret Family. Alison Roberts
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‘I was devastated,’ Hannah admitted.
‘I told myself how ridiculous I was being. It had only been one night, after all, but it was so hard to put it into perspective.’
Jack nodded. ‘I felt the same. I couldn’t forget. I thought I’d got past it, but then I saw you again and it all came back as though it was yesterday. And then I learned you had a daughter, and I assumed you had found someone else and got married.’
‘Assumptions,’ Hannah murmured. ‘Dangerous things.’
‘I wasn’t completely wrong, though, was I? There was someone else.’
‘There was only Olivia’s father,’ Hannah said.
Jack held her gaze and Hannah was engulfed by his compassion. Had he forgiven her for not telling him about Olivia?
‘Do you want me to tell you who Olivia’s father is?’
‘No,’ he said very softly. ‘I don’t think you need to tell me that, do you?’
Alison Roberts lives in Christchurch, New Zealand. She began her working career as a primary school teacher, but now juggles available working hours between writing and active duty as an ambulance officer. Throwing in a large dose of parenting, housework, gardening and pet-minding keeps life busy, and teenage daughter Becky is responsible for an increasing number of days spent on equestrian pursuits. Finding time for everything can be a challenge, but the rewards make the effort more than worthwhile.
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THE SURGEON’S CHILD
The Doctor’s Secret Family
Alison Roberts
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
IT JUST wouldn’t go away.
The nasty prickle of premonition had been stalking senior paediatric registrar Hannah Campbell ever since she had first woken that morning, and she had been unable to shake it off despite a busy few hours on ward duty. At least now Hannah thought she had identified its origin.
‘I have a horrible feeling I’m not going to get it.’
‘Of course you will.’ Junior registrar William Price sounded surprised. ‘I wish I had a fraction of your skill in getting IV access in kids.’
Hannah glanced up from the tiny hand she was holding, bent over to stretch the skin between wrist and knuckles in the hope of revealing the exact whereabouts of a vein. ‘I’m not talking about IV access, Will. I’m talking about the job.’
‘Ah…’ William rearranged his hold on the infant lying on the treatment bed. ‘It’s OK, Jamie,’ he said soothingly. ‘It’ll all be over in a minute or two.’ He turned his gaze back to his senior colleague. ‘They’ve closed the applications for the consultancy position now, haven’t they?’
‘Yeah.’ Hannah was using an alcohol wipe in a circular motion to clean Jamie’s hand and hopefully stimulate a tiny vein into making an appearance. ‘They closed yesterday.’ Which had to be why this feeling of premonition had started first thing this morning. The countdown to the interviews was on.
‘Do you know how many applicants there were?’
‘Not exactly. But I do know that one of them is from a guy in Auckland who is already a consultant and has years more experience than me. He wants to get out of the rat race up there and move his family to Christchurch.’
‘You have the advantage of being known. How long have you worked here now?’
‘I was a junior registrar here nearly six years ago. I had a year off before I got the senior registrar position. That was three and a half years ago now.’
‘You had the year off because of Olivia?’
‘Mmm.’ Hannah had selected the finest gauge of cannula available. ‘Sorry about this, sweetie,’ she murmured as she pierced the skin on Jamie’s hand.
The eleven-month-old boy’s grizzles increased in volume and William had to hold his arm more firmly to prevent any movement. The child’s mother had elected not to watch the procedure so the two young doctors were alone in the treatment room of Christchurch Central Hospital’s paediatric ward.
‘I wouldn’t worry about it.’ William’s reassuring tone was intended to benefit the baby as much as Hannah. ‘Peter thinks you’re marvellous and as head of department he’ll have significant input into deciding who gets the job.’
‘I hope so.’ The worry wasn’t going to evaporate easily, however. Hannah wanted this position she had waited a long time to apply for. She wanted it badly.
She also wanted to find IV access in this severely dehydrated infant. IV fluid resuscitation was urgent and she wasn’t going to allow any niggling personal fears to interfere with her performance. She should also be using this opportunity to help consolidate William’s skills, not discuss her future employment options.
‘What percentage dehydration would you estimate Jamie to have?’