Chapter Two

Georgie entered through the automatic doors of Great Ormond's Street hospital heading straight for the locker room.

She fiddled with the combination on her padlock before wiggling the door open and muttering a "thank fuck" when she peered inside and found what she wanted.

Georgie pulled out the locker's contents, sat down on the bench and began to undress.

"Well bloody hell Lane, the spare uniform is having an airing you dirty stop out!"

"Shhhh, keep ya voice down Molly. I don't need the whole department knowing my business." Georgie scolded her friend.

Molly James was the reason Georgie had found this placement in London. Having trained together as Med students almost seven years ago, they had kept in touch as friends, despite the great distance between Manchester and London.

Georgie screwed up her outfit from the previous night into a ball and bundled it into the locker. She checked her reflection in the mirror on the inside of her locker and grimaced.

"Can I borrow some eye liner Moll? I look like death warmed up!"

Molly obediently dug around in her rucksack and produced a thin, black pencil. She handed it to Georgie and watched her friend in the reflection of the mirror.

"So spill, what's the gossip from last night?" Georgie noted the much lower volume of voice from her friend. "Any scandals to share?" Molly wiggled her eyebrows but Georgie shook her head and handed the make up back. She turned and slammed the locker door shut, glancing at the clock overhead.

"Nothing too exciting..."

"Fill me in anyway…at lunch? I'll shout the coffees?"

They began to walk out of the locker room, ready to part ways at the corridor. Georgie to the wards and Molly in the X-ray department. Georgie backed away and shrugged apologetically.

"I'm meeting Jamie for lunch. I think he's attending a seminar in the Neurology department."

"Christ, fine. Pub after our shift then?" Molly suggested.

"You do realise we're on a twelve-hour shift Molls?"

"Yes Georgie and you're hungover so there's nothing like a 'hair of the dog' to get you fully recovered."

Well, she couldn't argue with that.

-OG-

"You're late…" declared the Head Sister on the ward as Georgie rushed through the glass doors.

Georgie scanned the wall behind the front desk, looking for her name and clipboard of charges for the shift, hoping without responding she could just start as soon as possible to make up for lost time.

"Where's my list of rounds?"

"There's been a change of plan for today, Lane. It's the half term and A&E are overrun with minor casualties but they have a staffing situation. And well…there was an opportunity to say no but obviously you needed to be here to give your opinion."

The Sister turned and marched off in the direction of Ward B without another word.

"Fucking brilliant!" Georgie grumbled.

A&E was the short straw for any of the Medical staff from the Wards.

At the end of the day, work was work but if you chose to be anywhere, Georgie would choose the calm and quiet care on the Wards, especially when she was nursing the hangover from hell.

Almost as if the universe wanted to prove her theory, Georgie entered A&E and instantly found herself amongst pure chaos. She wandered over to the desk and subconsciously tugged her stethoscope around her neck. This was going to be a long day…

-OG-

An hour later, Georgie had treated 2 broken arms, a serious nosebleed and a case of chicken pox. Her lunch break couldn't come soon enough. Georgie took her phone out of her top pocket and read a text from Jamie.

Running a little late but save us a table G xx Love you

"Lane? Minor head wound in cubicle 4. Probably only needs butterfly stitches. Then you can take your lunch break."

Georgie found the cubicle and read the notes on the Patient's record sheet aloud as she pulled the blue curtain to one side.

"Laura Harte, what a pretty name," she said, looking up to greet her young patient.

A pretty little five year old with dark brown curls sat on the bed, sniffling softly. A blood-stained gauze was taped to her forehead where the wound had obviously been initially treated.

Next to the bed and holding her hand, comforting her quietly stood…Elvis.

Georgie gripped the clipboard in her hands until her knuckles turned white.

Bollocks.

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