Milner Ward was a haven of calm when Matron entered through one of the swinging doors. This was nearly always the case when Sister Brigid was in charge. Four of the patients were tucked up in bed, either reading or sleeping, and the remaining two patients were enrolled in a quiet came of chess. Nurse Selby's and Student Nurse Clark's heads were bent over a patient file upon the small table in the very centre of the floor.

"Sister, could I have a word when you've a moment?" Matron surveyed the nun as she turned from observing a junior nurse take a blood sample.

"Of course Matron. I'm free now." She stepped up the older woman's side, smoothing down her white apron as she went. She was immaculate as always, yet it didn't escape Matron's scrutiny that the Ward Sister was somewhat distant, and a little distracted; very out of character.

With a nod of her head, Matron led the way to her office, gesturing to a chair and shutting the glass panelled door behind them. Brigid thanked her as she sat upon one of the chairs in front of the dark wooden desk, watching with a quizzical expression as Matron seated herself opposite her.

Matron was silent for a few seconds, observing the woman in front of her, before taking a deep breath and speaking. "How are you Brigid?"

"I'm fine Matron." She replied slowly, her frown deepening. "I hope you don't think I'm being blunt, but what's this about."

"I'm worried about you." The reply was simple, straight to the point, delivered with a softness the head of the nursing staff only occasionally showed. "I know you probably think it's none of my business, but you're one of my nurses; your welfare is of concern to me."

"I don't understand." She tried, though her tone was guarded, and her expression wary.

A deep sigh, and Matron continued. "I heard what Doctor Weatherill said to you after Doctor Ormerod had been stabbed. I know it mustn't have been easy for you… This whole situation-" She was cut off by the forceful tone and flashing eyes of the younger woman.

"You were right the first time Matron; it is none of your business. I'll thank you to keep out of my personal affairs in the future." She rose abruptly, pushing back the chair with a scrape. "Now, I have work to do."

The frosted glass rattled within its wood surround as the door was slammed in the wake of Sister Brigid's departure. Matron leant back in her chair, releasing a weary sigh.