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my phone.
    ‘What for?’ Piers asks.
    ‘Something to do with Felicity’s death. Mum said Etta was the last person to see Felicity alive, so the police wanted to talk to her about it.’
    ‘Wait, that’s not normal.’
    I shrug, though I’m hoping that my casual reaction might prompt Piers to brainstorm why this happened since Mum won’t tell me and I have no idea what’s normal when it comes to people dying, or even what you’re supposed to do when a loved one passes away. My paternal grandparents died before I was born and I don’t remember my mum’s parents who both died when I was a toddler.
    ‘The police don’t usually get involved unless it’s suspicious circumstances,’ Piers continues. ‘The only reason they ask questions is if they suspect something unusual happened.’
    I clench my fist into a ball. I’ve changed my mind. Right now I don’t want to think about something awful happening to Felicity, especially if it was at the hands of Etta. But, if she had hurt Flick, surely they would have arrested her?
    ‘Mum said there’ll be a post mortem, but I think they’re being over-cautious.’
    ‘But–’
    ‘It doesn’t matter,’ I interrupt, wanting to change the subject. Piers needs my focus right now.
    Mum was right. I can’t alter what’s happened to Felicity, but I can help Piers with his recovery. I’ll deal with what Etta may or may not have done later; I’ll deal with Felicity’s death later.
    ‘The police know what they’re doing,’ I dismiss, ‘so let’s–’
    ‘Ah, Piers. Here you are.’
    I’m thankful for the interruption, although I do wonder where else Piers could be.
    I turn around and I’m met by the sight of the most gorgeous-looking doctor I have ever seen. If they had doctors like this working for the NHS, the waiting times in A&E really would be horrific.
    ‘And you must be Arielle,’ he continues. He said my name correctly .
    I am swooning , though I am also painfully aware I’m wearing dirty clothes and not looking my best. The choice of a sequinned baseball top yesterday is haunting me, though slightly less so than the knickers I’ve been wearing for the past two days. I should have gone commando.
    I smile brightly. ‘I am. Hi.’ I wave at the doctor like an idiot, all thoughts of Etta, Felicity and Obélix going clean out of my mind.
    ‘Good afternoon. I’m Doctor Teddy Taylor, Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery.’
    Teddy Taylor . That is a name to die for. Well, hopefully not literally, but I’d be in very good hands if I did.
    ‘Doctor Teddy’s been looking after me superbly,’ Piers chips in, and I tear myself away from staring at Teddy with his gleaming white teeth and tousled dark hair. Who knew it was possible to look that good in scrubs? He makes McDreamy look like McUgly.
    OK, I’m more tired than I realised. Of course I’m not mentally hitting on the man that saved my fiancé’s life. Well, OK, I am a little bit. I blame the jet lag.
    ‘How’s he doing?’ I ask.
    Doctor Teddy is off, throwing in medical jargon that I’m clueless about; Piers clearly understands though judging by the questions he’s firing back. It reinforces how long Piers has known about his condition and how much he has kept from me. I’d never even heard of pleural effusion until Giles called to tell me Piers was about to have the layers of his lungs stuck back together on the operating table. Ah, yes: Giles . I should probably be listening to this so I can answer his questions when I call him.
    ‘–Arielle?’
    Huh, why are Piers and Doctor Teddy both staring at me? Piers looks amused, whilst Doctor Teddy is peering at me in concern.
    ‘Oh,’ I try and recover myself, ‘so Piers will be OK then?’
    Doctor Teddy smiles at me. ‘Your fiancé is going to make a full and swift recovery.’
    OK, the teeth are slightly overkill. Do they really need to be that white? I run my tongue over my slightly less white set of gnashers.
    ‘And as long as he keeps up some