Saving Baby Amy. Annie Claydon

Amy.’ The little girl turned to look at him. ‘Is Papa Bear ill?’

      ‘Yes.’ Amy nodded gravely.

      ‘Right. Shall we see if we can make him better?’ It wasn’t unusual for children to transfer what was going on in their heads onto their toys, and making the battered bear better would help Amy too.

      Chloe caught onto the idea and grinned. ‘Do you think he needs a bandage?’ She leaned over, lifting Amy out of the cot and onto her lap, and Jon reached for the bear.

      ‘Poor Papa Bear. Make him better.’ Amy turned her trusting eyes on him.

      ‘All right, Nurse Amy. You hold him, and I’ll just put this bandage on his arm.’ Jon nodded to the dressing on Amy’s arm, which protected the cannula. ‘Just like yours.’

      Amy nodded, and Chloe kissed the top of her niece’s head. ‘See Amy. Doctor Jon’s going to make him better.’

      It was a start, at least. If Chloe didn’t trust him enough to take anything for herself, she was much more comfortable with taking all she could get for Amy. And Jon was sure of his ground. He’d be in and then out again, a clean operation, carried out with all the precision that his medical training had taught him to apply. It was perfectly possible to help the sister of a good friend out without doing anything stupid like falling in love with her.