Jeff awoke the next morning feeling refreshed, but still tired. He dressed quickly in the outfit they had picked up from his flat last night and rushed downstairs, anxious to get back to the hospital. He found Gordon sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a bowl of cereal.

'Morning. Sleep well?' Gordon asked as he came in.

'Yeah, great thanks. Need to get back to the hospital though.'

'Sit down while I get you a drink,' Gordon suggested, indicating the other chair at the table, 'Jeff. I had a phone call from Jill last night.'

'You what? Why didn't you wake me up? Is she okay?' Jeff said, suddenly on his feet.

'Sit down and listen. Look, Lucy woke up last night. Jill wanted to phone and tell you, but Lucy wouldn't let her. She said you needed your rest. Jill couldn't very well go against her, so when Lucy went back to sleep, she called me so I could tell you when you woke up. I thought it best to tell you before we got to the hospital.'

'Right, okay. Well, she obviously doesn't want me there.'

'No, Jeff I don't think that's it at all.'

'Can't you see! If she wanted me to be there with her, then why wouldn't she let Jill call?'

'She was trying to look after you!'

'But I want to look after her! That's my job. She's the one who is hurt.'

'I'd say you're feeling it just as much as she is,' Jeff was silent, 'Just go and talk to her. I'm sure you can straighten it all out.'

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Lucy woke much brighter in the morning. She ate her breakfast, allowed various people to do tests on her and was even sitting up in bed, when Jeff arrived at her door.

'Jeff!' she grinned, her face lighting up when she noticed he was there, 'I'm so glad to see you.'

'You're looking much better. You've got some colour back in your cheeks,' he said, standing at the foot of her bed.

'What are you doing down there? Come here,' she said, holding out her hand.

'Oh, no I have to do morning surgery, so I'd better be going soon. I just wanted to see that you were okay.'

Lucy was hurt, and dropped her hand, 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing.'

'Don't lie to me,' he didn't reply, so she went on, 'I know you were scared, I would have been, but I'm okay. Look!' She waved her arms about to convince him that she was okay.

'It's not that.'

'Well then what is it then? I thought you'd be happy you don't have to sit here any more.'

'Lucy, can you please just accept that not everything is about you for once!' he shouted. He realised what he had done when he saw the look on her face. He put his head down and left the room quickly. "She doesn't want me," he told himself, "she's just your friend. Time to step back."

Since Trudy had arrived the morning after Sam and Jeff's first date, and Jeff's decision not to take it any further, he had not had much of a chance to speak Sam about his decision. Consequently, when she spotted him walking down the corridor towards her, she was happy to see him.

'Morning,' she greeted.

He stopped, as if he hadn't noticed she was there, but nodded, 'Nurse Beaumont.'

'Oh, very formal. Well, now that your mother is gone and Dr Klein is a fully paid up patient for the next few days at least, why don't we take advantage of the situation and go out for dinner tonight?'

Jeff had intended to be polite and let her down gently, but he really wasn't in the mood for her advances.

'Nurse Beaumont, I don't think it's a good idea for us to see each other anymore.'

'Why ever not?' she asked, taken aback.

'I just don't. I'm sorry, I can't explain it, I just don't think it's a good idea,' he started to walk away from her.

'Does it have anything to do with Dr Klein?'

'I don't think that's any of your business,' he replied, turning on his heels to face her again.

'Come on, at least tell me who I'm losing out to.'

'You're not losing out to anyone. Dr Klein is just a friend, and that's the way she wants things to stay.'

'And what about you?' Sam asked, feeling uncharacteristically sorry for him.

He didn't say anything, just turned and walked off, but his face said a thousand words. Suddenly, Sam felt like she wanted to help him, but remembering what he had just done to her, shook it off and carried on down the corridor.

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Lucy was crying when Jill went to check up on her later. She had obviously tried to wipe away the tears, but their tracks were still evident on her cheeks.

'What's wrong?' Jill asked, sitting down. The check up momentarily forgotten.

'Nothing, just me being stupid.'

'If you're crying about it, then it can't just be something stupid.'

'Sounds like one of my lines.'

'I think I stole it from you. Did it work?'

'No,' she protested, 'Okay. Jeff came in earlier and he was very distant. He wouldn't come anywhere near me and then he shouted and left. I don't even know what happened.'

'I do,' Jill said.

'Tell me then, because I can't figure it out.'

'He thinks that you not letting me call him last night is a sign that you don't really want him here. That you don't feel the same way about him as he feels about you.'

'Then why wont he tell me how he feels?'

'Have you told him?'

'No. I suppose not.'

'Well then, you're both as bad as each other. Neither of you will take the risk, so you're both suffering.'

Lucy smiled, wiping away a fresh tear, 'Who's the psychiatrist here?'

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Some time later, Samantha was dispatched to Lucy's room to take her some more water. Lucy seemed to be asleep when she entered, so she tried to be as quiet as possible. However, Lucy wasn't really asleep, so by the time Sam made it to the other side of the room to take away the old jug, Lucy was already trying to sit up.

'Sorry,' Sam said, seeing this.

'It's okay. It's nearly time for dinner anyway isn't it? Don't want to be asleep for that.'

Sam picked up the old jug and headed for the door, before she got there, she took a deep breath and turned to Lucy, 'He's in love with you. Whatever he says, or doesn't say, he really does love you.' And left.