Elizabeth groaned. Six years and he was still using that damned nickname. He had never asked, just started and she had let him. Why? Because he's Robert and some things you can't change about him.

'What is it Robert?' she sighed, not looking up, 'I'm just about to get out of here.'

'Glad to see you too,' said Robert, cheerily, leaning on the desk, 'I was just strolling around up here, as is my job and I noticed a lovely woman and her kid waiting for a kidney transplant.'

'And?' Elizabeth failed to see his point-she wasn't part of the transplant team.

'They're both getting a little edgy, I wanted you to have a word, y'know, a pretty female face, woman's touch blah, blah, blah,' said Robert, airily, walking off.

'Follow me, would you,' he said.

Elizabeth was indignant. She looked up at him in disbelief, not moving.

'Robert I'm going home! Now! And if you want me to stay its for an emergency not some kind of pep talk!'

Robert turned and rolled his eyes.

'What if I say pretty please?' he asked.

'No,' said Elizabeth flatly.

Robert shrugged and walked a bit up the corridor. He opened a door and looked in.

'Hello again Mrs Graham, I've got someone here to allay your fears. Dr Corday is one of our top surgeons and will happily answer all your questions, you remember her of course?'

Elizabeth glared at him. Typical Robert tactic. She walked towards him slowly, fighting a desire to slap him and flashed him an I-going-to-kill-you-after-this look.

'I knew you couldn't say no,' he whispered throatily as she past.

They were inches away, and she glared into his dark eyes.

'Thanks Lizzie,' he said, sounding half-sincere, half-mocking.

And he was gone. Elizabeth tried to stop her inner fuming, and the little voice in her head, which said 'if you didn't care so much he wouldn't get to you'. She took a deep breath. Painful things would happen to him later. A young woman, Mr Graham, with a tear streaked face turned towards her and clasped the hand of a little blonde girl. The girl was jaundice and weak, but gave her a smile. Elizabeth's heart skipped as she thought of Ella. The room also had two other patients. A sleeping man, with a dark haired woman by his side and an old black man, also sleeping. A nurse moved around them quietly.

'Mrs Graham,' said Elizabeth, walking forwards, 'how can I help?'