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      The woman nodded, clearly distracted with worry. ‘Yes, I’ve got the car, but I don’t—Is it serious?’

      Joel put a hand on her shoulder. ‘It can be, but providing we get her into hospital I have every confidence that she’ll be fine. I’ll ring the paediatrician now so that he’ll know to expect you. Sister will help you get Millie to the car while I do a letter.’

      Lucy helped Mrs Gordon gather up her things and followed her through to the car park.

      ‘I just wanted you to check the rash.’ Mrs Gordon settled Millie onto the booster seat and bit her lip. ‘I didn’t think—’

      ‘It may be nothing,’ Lucy said quietly, ‘but better safe than sorry. We’ll call the hospital to check how she’s doing, and don’t be afraid to call us here if there’s anything we can do.’

      Joel strode across the car park and handed Mrs Gordon a letter. ‘Her name is Dr Emma Peterson and she’s expecting you. Park in the main car park and take her straight to Kitten Ward, the paediatric unit.’