Free Doctor Knows Best by Ann Jennings

don’t worry.” She looked at the girl who stared back at her, her bright blue eyes filled with pain and fear. “Don’t be frightened,” said Megan gently, “Everything will be fine.”
    â€œI’m OK,” said the girl, struggling to sit up, but as she did so she gave a little scream and fell back.
    â€œI’m afraid you are not quite all right,” answered Megan. “I’m pretty certain you’ve broken your leg.” She turned quickly; by now a small crowd had gathered. “Can somebody please send for an ambulance right away?” she asked. Then she turned her attention back to the injured girl, reassuring her and making her as comfortable as possible in the circumstances.
    The ambulance arrived on the scene and soon the patient was lying on the stretcher in the ambulance as it sped away towards the County General. Megan had to endure the police questioning as she was the principal witness, and had no alternative but to tell them that it had been entirely the fault of the nameless young woman.
    â€œThanks, miss, for your statement,” said one of the policemen finally. “We know where to find you if we need you again.”
    By the time she actually got her very belated cup of coffee Megan felt she really needed it. She sat in the small Italian coffee-shop enjoying her cappuccino ,its frothy top sprinkled with grated chocolate, and idly wondered who the young woman was. She wondered too how many other cases had gone into Casualty to keep the staff busy, all because of a little extra snow—although in the case of the girl and the motor cyclist, the snow had actually prevented a much worse accident. Silly girl, thought Megan. Someone should have stopped her wearing earphones while she was walking along in the street, or at the very least she should have looked where she was going.
    Reluctantly Megan set off through the cold wet snow again to make her way back to the hospital. Just time for a short rest and a bath, then the final night of the revue and the party that followed it.
    That night there was much merriment backstage before the revue, but for some reason it made her feel depressed. She hadn’t seen Giles Elliott to actually speak to for absolutely ages. She hadn’t even seen him at the revue, which was surprising as most of the consultants came.
    Megan was ready and waiting in the wings for the opening number when Jamie Green squeezed into his place beside her. He was doing the lights and worked them from a small control board jammed in at the side of the makeshift stage.
    â€œFancy that about Giles Elliott’s daughter,” he said, fiddling about with his controls.
    â€œAbout who?” asked an astounded Megan, hardly able to believe her ears. She had suspected that he was probably married, but even so, Jamie’s words came as a terrible shock. A cold splinter of ice went through her heart.
    â€œYes,” whispered Jamie, quite unaware of the havoc he was wreaking on Megan. “She came into Casualty today, knocked down by a motor cyclist apparently. Got off very lightly though—a small fracture of the lower end of the fibula. About fifteen years old and quite an attractive creature too,” he added.
    â€œFair hair?” asked Megan, everything suddenly clicking into place. She had known those bright blue eyes reminded her of someone, and the facial characteristics too, now she thought about it.
    â€œYes,” replied Jamie, looking up in surprise. “How did you know?”
    Megan didn’t stop to enlighten him as she marched on with the rest of the cast for the opening number. The first sight that met her eyes as she galloped on stage was Giles Elliott sitting in the front row and by his side sat the young girl from the morning’s incident, her leg conspicuous in its fresh white plaster.”
    How she got through the opening number Megan just didn’t know. Luckily for her she knew the routine