Bonnie Sveen Fan, Max will be in a lot of trouble when Taylor finds out he's impersonating Cal! But possibly not as much trouble as he'd be in if she didn't find out and then conned him. Alicia really shouldn't have gone to work. It's lucky Louise was in a sympathetic mood for once. Thank you for your review.

Tanith Panic, you will find out about Louise's previous healthcare experience - I needed a storyline for Louise and that's really the only one she'd had, but luckily, it's really a good one. A lot will be revealed at the dinner! Max pretending to be Cal came from an episode too. Thank you for your review.

Robyn smiled at Lofty and gave him another kiss. She could hardly believe this was really happening. To think that the most gorgeous man in the hospital had chosen her over all the other women who worked here! She still had to pinch herself every day and on one occasion, she'd pinched herself so hard, she'd left a mark on her skin which a concerned Lofty had commented on when they'd been…

"What are you thinking about?" said Lofty.

Robyn blushed.

"Me too," said Lofty gently and gave her another kiss.

"I'd better get back to work," said Robyn.

"Yes," said Lofty, but he didn't move. They kissed again.

Robyn tore herself away with great difficulty and went to check her hair and make-up before she returned to work. She often didn't look very tidy after spending her break with Lofty.

She pushed open the door to the loos and immediately heard the sound of sobbing. She hurried inside and found Alicia sitting on the floor.

"Alicia, what's wrong?" said Robyn, sitting beside her and putting her arm around her. "Did Cal upset you again?"

Alicia wiped her nose and dropped her tissue in the bin beside her. "Sorry, Robyn. I'm okay. I think I'm just not very well and I've been pushing myself too hard."

Robyn stroked her arm gently. "I can see you're not very well. You poor thing. You'd better go home. I'm sure Mrs Beauchamp won't mind. Or I'm sure Zoe or Elle would give you permission if you didn't want to disturb Mrs Beauchamp."

"I think I might go home," said Alicia, sniffing hard as she felt in her pockets.

"That sounds like a good idea," said Robyn as she checked her own pockets and finally came up with a tissue.

"Thank you." Alicia turned away and blew her nose. "Excuse me. I'm so sorry, Robyn."

Robyn rubbed her back. "Don't worry. You can't help it. Let's go to the staff room: you'll be more comfortable there. I'll make you some tea and call you a taxi."

Alicia gave her a small smile and didn't argue. "Louise said I should avoid caffeine, but I really feel like I need some tea!"

"Ignore Louise," said Robyn. "I'm sure she means well, but she's a receptionist. I'm a nurse and I say you need tea."

"That's sounds good," said Alicia, and got to her feet with Robyn's help, coughing slightly. Robyn put her arm around her and they walked slowly towards the staff room.

Lily stepped into their path. "Dr Munroe! Where have you been?"

"Alicia's going home. She's not very well," said Robyn.

"There's nothing wrong with her," said Lily dismissively. "A slight cold is no reason not to work."

Alicia buried her nose in her tissue and sneezed three times. "Oh, excuse me."

Lily took a step away. "On second thoughts, you can't treat the patients like that."

Alicia blushed. "I'm so sorry, Lily." She blew her nose quietly. "Excuse me."

Lily indicated Alicia's tissue with distaste. "Throw that away immediately and wash your hands."

"Lily, she's really ill," said Robyn reproachfully, as Alicia went to do as she was told.

"Dr Munroe should be more careful when in contact with people who are unwell," said Lily severely.

Robyn stared at her in disbelief. "She works in a hospital, Lily!"

"All the more reason to stay healthy so she does not pass her illnesses to the patients," said Lily. She turned and looked hard at Alicia. "I hope she has no plans to attend the awards tonight."

Robyn had forgotten about the awards. As a nurse, she was inclined to agree with Lily, though she would have put it more kindly, but it seemed cruel for Alicia to have to miss out. "Maybe if Alicia has a nice long rest…"

Lily looked shocked. "Nurse Miller, there will be senior surgeons there! Dr Munroe cannot possibly attend. Please ensure she goes home now."

Honey stared at her dad in delight. "What, seriously? They want me to help with refreshments?"

"Just with drinks and nibbles, but yeah. They want you," said Noel.

Honey threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you! And I'll do anything for Nibbles."

Noel hugged her back. "I thought you'd be pleased. Ethan's going, even though he really doesn't want to."

"Maybe he'll be glad he went when he sees me!" said Honey.

"I'm sure he will," said Noel, and kissed her on the cheek. "Ethan's a very clever man. How could he fail to notice how special you are?"

"Aw, Dad!" Honey hugged him more tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Honey." Noel let go of her and spoke seriously. "But you should only do it if you're sure you won't get too tired. It can't be easy, running your own beauty salon."

"Um.. no," said Honey awkwardly. "No, it really isn't."

Ethan stood in front of the mirror in the loos at work. "Hello, Honey. How are you? You look beautiful. Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?"

He thought for a moment. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he'd just said, but he knew Cal wouldn't agree. He tried to think how Cal would phrase it.

"Hey, baby. How's it hanging?" Ethan couldn't even say the words without cringing. "You look smokin' hot. Wanna dance?"

"Oh, Ethan, I'd love to!" said a falsetto voice from behind him, followed by loud laughter.

Ethan didn't need to look to see who it was. "What are you doing here, Caleb?"

"What do you think?" said Cal. "Why do most people come in here?"

Ethan remembered he was in the loos and realised his question to Cal had been rather stupid.

"I'm going to stand in front of the mirror and practise my chat-up lines, of course!" said Cal. He struck a pose. "It's not just about the words, you know, Ethan. You need the attitude too. My name's Caleb and I'm a catch." He gestured to Ethan. "Now you try it."

"But my name isn't Caleb," said Ethan, silently adding: And I'm most certainly not a catch.

Cal sighed. "Come on, Ethan. You'll never get anywhere with Honey unless you try."

Ethan wasn't sure that telling Honey his name was Caleb wouldn't do anything other than confusing her (she was very intelligent, but she was easily confused sometimes), but sometimes it was easier to do what Cal wanted, even if he did end up getting laughed at. He attempted to do the same pose as Cal. "My name's Caleb and I'm a catch!"

He heard a click and looked down in time to see Cal lowering his phone.

"You didn't film me?!" said Ethan in horror.

Cal nodded, pleased with himself. "And unless you agree to do the washing up for the next three months, everyone's going to see this in approximately five minutes' time."

"But I already do all the washing up," said Ethan.

"Yeah, but you never stop moaning about it," said Cal. "But you can't moan if you've promised, can you?"

Ethan sighed. "Okay. I promise to do the washing up without moaning for the next three months. Can you delete it now?"

"Say please, Ethan."

"Caleb!"

"Just say it."

"Just delete the video!"

"And you're the one who's always going on about my manners."

Ethan gritted his teeth. "Please delete the video, Caleb."

"Of course, Ethan," said Cal promptly. He pressed a button. "Oops. I think I pressed send."

"Caleb!"

David looked nervously at Rita. She hadn't referred to the awards ever since Cal had decided they were going together and so far, he'd been grateful, but now he was beginning to wish Rita had mentioned the subject. If she had, at least he'd have some idea of whether they were really going together or not.

If Rita had already decided they weren't, that would actually make David's like a lot easier.

Rita glanced over at him and a look of concern came to her face. "David, are you all right?"

"Yes, Rita."

Rita came over to him. "What's wrong?"

"It's about this… awards dinner," said David.

Rita reached out and squeezed his arm. "Sweetheart."

David fought to keep his face impassive. He didn't want to hurt Rita's feelings. She was an exceptional boss, but he didn't see her as the kind of person he wanted to call him 'sweetheart'.

"Look, if this is about what Cal said, don't pay any attention," said Rita. "I'm more than happy to go with you as friends, but if you've got someone else you'd like to ask, you just go ahead and ask them."

David shook his head. There was no-one else. There hadn't been for a long time.

Rita smiled. "Then why don't we just go as friends? We can sit at the side and watch the dancing and have a nice chat and when you've had enough, we can head off."

"I… I was wondering," began David awkwardly.

"Oh, David!" Rita looked very concerned. "Were you hoping for a real date? I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Listen, I'm very flattered, but you know I already have a boyfriend?"

David looked at her in concern. He'd heard more than enough about Freddy to give him grave doubts. "Rita. I think I should talk to you about Freddy. Are you sure…"

Rita looked at him sadly. "David, I'm really sorry. Obviously I've done something to lead you on and that's completely my fault. But I'm with Freddy and we're very happy. Look, I don't want to upset you, but maybe it's best if we don't go to the dance together. But um…" She squeezed his arm in an awkward sort of way. "When the dance competition's over, come and find me and we'll have a quick dance. Okay?" She turned to leave.

"Rita!" said David, but she just gave him a sad smile and hurried out of the room.

David leaned his head against his locker and closed his eyes.

He'd got out of going to the dance with Rita. So he could decide to stay at home.

But he'd now got himself into an even worse situation than before.

Sebastian smiled at Dylan. "Are you looking forward to the awards tonight?"

"No," said Dylan.

Sebastian didn't let the monosyllabic reply put him off. "I'm going with Jamie, you know."

No response. Dylan continued writing notes in a file.

"I really like Jamie!" said Sebastian.

Still nothing from Dylan.

Sebastian leaned closer to Dylan. "Does it bother you that I'm going with Jamie?"

"It certainly bothers me that you keep mentioning it," said Dylan as he moved himself and the file a bit further away.

Sebastian smiled to himself.

That was what he called a result.