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sharply sideways at the two doctors standing in front of the screens that were about to show images of their patient’s head and neck.
    ‘We’re almost good to go,’ she said nervously. ‘I’ll just check on Stephen.’ She ducked behind the glass screen to where two nurses were preparing a teenaged boy for the scan.
    ‘I suggested that Ellie married me,’ Max repeated patiently. ‘It’s no big deal.’
    ‘Are you
kidding?
It’s a huge deal.
Marriage?
’
    ‘Keep your voice down. I’m supposed to be married to her already, remember? This would just make it legal as far as the paperwork goes. I’m talking name only. Ellie needs a new name. The mouse needs a name. I’m trying to make sure the poor kid doesn’t end up being a “Jones”.’
    For once, Rick wasn’t smiling. ‘I suppose you’re planning to put your moniker on the birth certificate, too?’
    Max shrugged. ‘I’ve gone this far. What’s the harm in going a bit further?’
    Rick whistled silently. ‘The kid is going to grow up thinking that you
are
her biological father.’
    ‘Not necessarily. I’m sure Ellie will tell her the truthwhen she’s old enough to understand. It’s not as though she’ll remember me. I’m talking about a limited time, here. A few months maybe and then we’ll get a quiet divorce. No harm done.’
    ‘And fifteen years down the track? When a teenager you’ve forgotten about turns up on your doorstep because nobody got round to telling her the truth? What then?’
    Max was silent for a moment. He wouldn’t have forgotten about Mouse. No way. Rick cleared his throat as a prompt.
‘I’ll
tell her the truth.’
    ‘Don’t forget to tell your wife and the three kids of your own you’ll probably have by then. Might throw a bit of a dampener on a peaceful evening at home otherwise.’
    ‘I won’t have a wife and three kids.’ He could sound quite confident about that. Was it because the prospect was distinctly uninviting? An as-yet-unknown woman. Babies. Good grief, he’d been through more than enough in the last week to put him off babies for a very long time. Quite possibly for ever.
    ‘What if it turns up with an adoptive mother?’ Rick continued relentlessly. ‘Like that Sarah who had your apartment? And they’re there because you’re the last hope to save the kid who desperately needs a bone marrow-transplant or a kidney or a bit of liver? How are you going to feel then? I’ll tell you, mate. You’ll feel like crap. Like you made a very big mistake a very long time ago.’
    Max sighed. ‘If you thought the worst-case scenario was going to happen you’d never do anything in life.’ He wanted to change the subject. ‘Like that kid inthere. Stephen. He wouldn’t have even started playing ice-hockey if he’d thought about getting tripped up and head-slammed into a wall.’
    Rick gave a huff of laughter. ‘Your logic’s flawed. You’re supporting my side of the argument, here.’
    Max ignored him. He looked at the technician who was still sending anxious glances towards the windows he and Rick stood behind. He pressed the microphone button. ‘Good to go in there?’
    She nodded and started the scanner. The bed began to move slowly into the mouth of the huge machine.
    ‘We’ll be right here, Steve,’ Max heard her say reassuringly. ‘Keep as still as you possibly can.’
    A nurse ushered Stephen’s frightened mother away. ‘He’ll be fine,’ she was saying. ‘It won’t take long and his doctor’s right here to watch him. He’s got an expert from Neurosurgery to check the results as well. Try not to worry.’
    The scanner whirred and clicked as it set itself into the programmed position to begin the scan. Rick’s attention was on the patient file in front of him.
    ‘Knocked out cold for approximately thirty seconds,’ he read aloud. ‘Retrograde amnesia, headache, repetitive speech and nausea. Sounds like a good going concussion.’
    ‘Let’s hope that’s all it is,’ Max