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‘Sounds like the same set-up we had back at the Cardiff Memorial Hospital,’ he said. ‘That’s fine by me. Do you want a coffee before we start?’
She glanced at her watch. ‘We haven’t really got time—not unless we make it with half-cold water. Who’s doing ward rounds this morning, if you’re not?’
‘Will.’
Will was the senior consultant: a tall, jolly man who had a fund of terrible jokes and even more terrible ties that their patients all loved. She grinned. ‘The poor nurses—not to mention the patients—will need sunglasses! At least your taste in ties is bearable.’
‘I wouldn’t bet on that.’ His eyes glittered with mischief. ‘This is my third week here. I think it’s time to start a competition with Will in neckwear.’
She groaned. ‘Don’t tell me your wife and kids find them for you, too.’
‘Not married. No kids. No intention of having either.’
His voice was suddenly cool, breaking the light-hearted mood, and Katrina winced inwardly. Hadn’t Lynne said yesterday that the man was very guarded about his private life? ‘Sorry. I wasn’t fishing. Just that Will always says his wife and kids buy his loudest ties, and I assumed if you had a collection like his it’d be from the same kind of source.’ She raked a hand through her hair. ‘Look, I didn’t mean to pry. I apologise.’
‘No offence taken.’
But that invisible barrier was back between them again. And this time it felt a tiny bit wider.
Katrina tried her best to keep it professional in the assessment unit, though she was very much aware of Rhys’s presence—far more than she usually was with Tim or whoever else worked with her. Even when her back was to the room, she knew the precise moment that Rhys left his cubicle and went to call his next patient. And that was worrying. Why was she so aware of the man?
Her third patient that morning worried her even more. Petros was six, and looked very poorly.
‘He’s been a bit off-colour for the last two days, tired and feeling sick,’ his mother said. ‘And his back hurts.’
‘His temperature’s up and he’s a bit short of breath,’ Katrina observed.
Mrs Smith nodded. ‘And his wee’s very dark, even though I’ve tried to get him to drink plenty of water.’
The little boy had olive skin but there was a definite pallor around his mouth, and the whites of his eyes were slightly yellowish. ‘Hello, Petros. I’m Dr Katrina,’ she said softly. ‘Would you mind if I had a little look at you, please?’
He shrugged listlessly.
‘He’s really not himself,’ Mrs Smith said, biting her lip. ‘He’s always on the go. He’s never this quiet and still.’
Katrina squeezed Mrs Smith’s hand. ‘Try not to worry,’ she said gently. ‘He’s in the right place. Has anyone else in the family or any of his friends had similar symptoms?’
‘Everyone’s fine.’
So it was unlikely to be a virus, then. The most likely culprit was a urine infection, but the paediatric nurse had already done a dipstick test and it was clear. She didn’t like his breathing rate or temperature, though. ‘I’m going to listen to your heart and your breathing now, Petros. And afterwards, if you like, you can listen to Mummy’s.’
Petros shook his head but didn’t say a word.
‘OK. I’ll be as quick as I can,’ she said, and listened through the stethoscope. ‘Big breath in? And out. And in. And out. That’s lovely. Well done, sweetheart.’ His heart, at least, sounded fine. She was still thinking infection, though. ‘Can you open your mouth for me and say “ahh”?’ she asked.
Petros did so—the quietest ‘ahh’ Katrina had heard from a child in a while. There was no sign of infection in his throat, but his mouth and tongue definitely looked pale. ‘I’m going to need to take a blood test,’ she said to Mrs Smith. ‘I think he might be slightly jaundiced, because his eyes are a little bit yellow, so I want to check for that and anaemia.’
‘He had jaundice when he was born,’ Mrs Smith said. ‘But the midwife said it was really common with babies.’
‘It is—usually, if they get a bit of sunlight, the jaundice goes away within the first week,’ Katrina said.
‘It did.’
There was something nagging in the back of Katrina’s mind, but she couldn’t quite place it. ‘It’s been a lovely sunny few days, hasn’t it?’ she asked. ‘Have you been doing anything special, Petros?’
‘I went to Granddad’s garden,’ Petros said. ‘He grows magic beans.’
