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patients.

      It was as if he was on a one-man crusade to save every injured child.

      And that included the little boy on the trolley.

      ‘He’s arrested. Get me a thoracotomy pack. I’m going to open his chest.’

      A stunned silence greeted his statement and Phil, the anaesthetist, shook his head in disbelief. ‘In the emergency department? You can’t be serious, Nikos. Do you know the mortality rate for performing that procedure outside the operating room?’

      Nikos was resuscitating the child. ‘I’m sure you’re about to remind me.’

      The anaesthetist proceeded to do exactly that, but Nikos didn’t pause in his efforts.

      ‘Get that pack open, Ella,’ he ordered. ‘You should take a job with a medico legal company, Phil. They’d love you. Has someone called the cardiothoracic surgeons?’

      ‘What the hell is the matter with you, Nikos? Were you dropped on your head as a child?’ His colleague was perspiring under the heat of the lights, his concern for the patient eclipsed by concern for himself and the potential consequences of what the Greek consultant was proposing. ‘Don’t you ever follow protocol?’

      ‘Not if following protocol means giving up on a child,’ Nikos said coldly. ‘This child has a penetrating chest wound which appears to be confined to the thorax. If I can stop the bleeding within the next few minutes, he stands a chance. Ella—the pack. Now.’

      ‘Think of your reputation.’ The anaesthetist became a shade paler as Nikos prepped the child’s chest. ‘You could be struck off.’

      ‘If I’m struck off for doing my best for my patient then I would leave medicine happy. A bit like having a heart attack during sex.’ Nikos spoke in a lazy drawl, nothing in his demeanour suggesting that he was about to perform major surgery. ‘I’ve always thought that if you are going to make an exit, you should at least make it while striving for perfection.’

      It must have been the impossible tension of the situation that made Ella want to laugh. Or perhaps it was just the inconceivable idea of someone with Nikos’s physique and stamina dying during sex.

      ‘Your girlfriend is obviously a lucky woman,’ quipped one of the cheekier nurses, and Ella felt her face grow scarlet.

      They’d always kept their relationship secret, but suddenly she had a wild desire to tell everyone that this incredibly talented man was hers. That she was the one he spent his nights with.

      He’d chosen her.

      His gaze met hers and her heart skipped several beats because she knew he’d read her mind.

      A faint gleam of irony lit his dark eyes and then he held out his gloved hand.

      ‘Scalpel,’ he said softly, and she took a deep breath and handed him the instrument, feeling that the moment was almost symbolic. He had the ability to heal, but he also had the ability to hurt.

       Would he hurt her?

      The only thing she knew for sure was that if she were the one who was injured, he was the only doctor she would want in the room.

      Unfortunately the anaesthetist didn’t share her confidence. ‘If you can make a joke then you have no idea of the seriousness of what you are about to do, Mariakos,’ he said harshly, but Nikos was already operating.

      ‘For this procedure to have any chance of success, it has to be performed within five minutes of cardiac arrest. I have four minutes remaining, Phil.’ His tone was conversational. ‘Do you want to talk or save a life?’

      ‘I want you to consider what you’re doing.’

      ‘Retractor.’

      Ella handed Nikos what he needed as sweat beaded on the anaesthetist’s brow.

      ‘The child will not survive if you do this, Nikos.’

      ‘He won’t survive if I don’t do it.’ Nikos worked swiftly and with cool precision, not once faltering as he carried out a procedure that would have been beyond the nerve or capability of most doctors. ‘Now I see the problem.’ He made it sound as though he was dealing with something routine. ‘There’s a tear in the atrium—give me a suture.’

      Ella detached herself mentally from the emotional side of the case. It was a procedure, not a child. If she thought about the human story behind every injury that came through the doors, she’d be an emotional wreck. So she passed the sterilised instruments, concentrating on what he was doing, trying to anticipate what he was going to need even though she’d never seen this performed before.

      The anaesthetist wiped his forearm over his brow. ‘If this child dies, the parents will sue you. Doesn’t that frighten you?’

      ‘I think you are frightened enough for both of us,’ Nikos murmured, his fingers swift and skilled as he staunched the bleeding and repaired the damage. Cool, unflustered, he lifted his gaze to the monitor. ‘Come on, agori mou. Fight for me. Put a little effort into this. So far I have been doing all the work. I am tired—it is your turn, I think.’

      As they continued to resuscitate the child, Ella found that she was holding her breath.

      If there was ever the slightest hope, Nikos never gave up.

      Every child mattered to him.

      And, this time, his efforts were rewarded. The child’s heart responded and the monitor flickered to life just as the cardiothoracic surgeon entered the room.

      ‘You’ve missed the party.’ Nikos didn’t shift his focus from the child. ‘How’s he doing from your end, Phil?’

      ‘Surprisingly well.’ The anaesthetist sounded stunned. ‘You’re a cool customer, Mariakos. And you have the luck of the devil.’

      ‘Is that why you’re looking at me as if I’ve grown horns? I’m done here.’ Nikos’s gaze flickered to the cardiothoracic surgeon, who was watching with a faint smile of admiration. ‘Do you want to close? I have no doubt you’ll do a neater job than me. Sewing has never been my speciality. Do you have a bed on ITU?’

      The cardiothoracic surgeon started to scrub. ‘I’ll arrange it. Are you sure you want me to finish off here?’ His tone was dry. ‘You seem to be doing very well by yourself.’

      ‘I want to talk to the family.’ Nikos stepped away from his patient and stripped off his gloves, allowing his colleague to take over. His eyes lingered on the monitor for a moment and then he nodded with satisfaction. ‘If there’s any change, call me.’ And with that he strode out of the room.

      His departure was greeted by stunned silence and then the junior doctor cleared his throat.

      ‘When I grow up, I want to be him,’ he muttered. ‘What’s his secret? I want to be that cool. Is it down to experience?’

      ‘No, it’s down to temperament.’ The surgeon took over where Nikos had left off. ‘You need two things to be a good cardiothoracic surgeon. Technical brilliance and balls of solid steel—no offence, ladies. Tell Mariakos that if he’s ever bored with the emergency department, he can come and work with me.’

      ‘I don’t know about the rest of his anatomy, but the man has ice in his veins,’ the anaesthetist snapped. ‘And he’s arrogant. Too sure of himself. If you ask me, he’s going to come unstuck. Today, he was lucky.’

      ‘I saw what he did, and it wasn’t luck.’ The cardiothoracic surgeon started to close the chest. ‘It was skill. And I can’t remember the last time I praised anyone other than myself so cherish the moment.’

      ‘The child is alive.’ Ella handed the surgeon the equipment he needed. ‘And he’s alive because Nikos was prepared to take a risk.’

      ‘Maybe. But his lack of emotion worries me.’ Phil adjusted the flow of gases. ‘Technically

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