Friday was busy.

The kind of busy that didn't allow for thinking about anything except the next thing — RTA at one am, two casualties, one going straight to Callum in theatre and one staying with her, the ward suddenly full of movement and the specific focused energy of people doing what they were trained to do.

She worked.

She didn't think about two weeks or four am coffee or the thing she had said okay to without fully saying what she was saying okay to.

At five am the ward settled.

She was at the nurses' station writing up when he came back from theatre. She heard the door....