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asked. ‘As far as damage?’
    â€˜A fracture/dislocation in C6/7 and a fracture in…um…I think it was T8. Does that mean anything?’
    Mac smiled. ‘Sure does. Any changes in your symptoms in the last couple of days?’
    â€˜The pins and needles have gone from my hands. I’ve got them in my feet instead but they say that’s a good thing.’
    â€˜It is,’ Julia agreed. ‘And the earlier you see an improvement, the more likely things are to end up better than you might expect.’
    â€˜Pretty much what my doctor said.’ Ken had that slightly awed tone back again. ‘You really know your stuff, don’t you?’
    â€˜I’m still learning.’ Julia’s gaze flicked to Mac and she smiled.
    The smile said that she was learning from him and that she was grateful. It made Mac feel important. Necessary. He had things he could give her, like knowledge and new skills. Not that he hadn’t already been doing that but it seemed more significant now. The way everything happening between them did.
    The pleasurable pride faded abruptly, however, as Mac realised what that significance was. Julia had just reminded him of his position as her mentor. Of her passion for her career and why she was here.
    The sound of their pagers curtailed the visit. Julia promised to visit again on her next day off and Mac was aware of another unpleasant splash of emotion.
    Jealousy?
    If it was, it was easily dealt with because Mac also realised that Julia had just handed him exactly what he needed.
    The key to be able to lock that box.
    It wasn’t that the reminder of Christine hadn’t been enough to warn him off. This was a bonus. Julia wasn’tjust a woman whose career was the most important thing to her, he was her senior colleague. Her teacher. In a position of authority. To step over professional boundaries into anything more personal simply wasn’t acceptable and his reputation and status in his chosen field of work were everything to him.
    This was the key.
    He would talk to Julia about spinal injuries on their way to this callout. He would quiz her about spinal oedema and paralytic ileus and the scientific evidence that an early infusion of methyl prednisolone could minimise any ongoing damage to the spinal cord.
    And when they were at the job they could talk about that patient. Analyse the job on the way home. Anything that would foster professionalism.
    Yes. The key was in its slot and Mac was confident that it would turn smoothly.
    The danger was over.

CHAPTER FIVE
    â€˜D O SEIZURES in the first week after a head injury indicate a risk of future epilepsy?’
    â€˜No.’
    â€˜Why are they serious, then?’
    Julia sat down at the messroom table. ‘They can cause hypoxic brain damage.’
    â€˜How?’
    She opened the paper bag to extract the lunch she had purchased at a nearby noodle house. Hers was a chili chicken mix and Mac had gone for beef and black beans. He was using a fork and she had chopsticks but it wasn’t the differences in their meal or implement choices that was bothering her right now. It wasn’t even because Joe had taken his lunch out the back somewhere so he could have a chat to his wife on the phone while he ate, thereby depriving Julia of some ordinary, stress-free conversation.
    No. What was bothering her was that it had been nearly three days since they’d gone to visit Ken and something had flicked a switch in Mac in the wake of that hospital visit. He’d turned into the mentor fromhell. Julia felt like she was either listening to a lecture, taking an exam or demonstrating practical skills to an assessor. He was perfectly friendly and smiling as much as he ever had. He was taking an interest in her training that could only be described as keen and he clearly wanted to help her challenge herself and learn more. He was also very quick to praise anything and everything she did well.
    And it was