Finally Andreas was satisfied that they’d done all they could. ‘We need to check that her fluid replacement is adequate. I want an output of one mil per kilogram per hour.’

Libby nodded and she and Charlotte manoeuvred the child onto the scales, recording the result in the notes.

‘Right, let’s get her up to the ward and make her comfortable. Keep an eye on her pulses in case her circulation is compromised. Now, how’s that baby?’

‘She seems fine.’ While she’d been helping with Jenny, the A and E sister had put the baby safely in a cot and she was now lying there quietly. ‘Do you want to check her here or on the ward?’

‘I’ll do it here.’ Andreas unlooped the stethoscope from around his neck and walked across to the baby.

With Jenny still snuggled on her lap, Libby watched as he examined the baby thoroughly, finally picking her up and making her laugh by blowing raspberries on her stomach.

‘She seems none the worse for her dramatic fall,’ Andreas observed quietly, holding the child with the easy confidence of someone who was thoroughly at home with children.

Libby watched him, unable to stop herself. He was just so good with children.

It was amazing that he didn’t have any himself.

But that would have meant settling down with one woman, and that clearly wasn’t his style.

And he obviously wasn’t that keen to be a father. After all, he’d been the one to suggest that she take the morning-after pill.

Pushing the thought away, she stood up, intending to place Jenny on the trolley so that she could dress her legs, but the little girl clung to her and whimpered pathetically.

‘I’ll do the dressings,’ Charlotte said immediately. ‘She seems to have taken to you so it seems a shame to upset her again. Keep her on your lap and I’ll sort it out.’

She bustled around the room, collecting various bits and pieces, and then pushed a dressing trolley close to Libby.

With the deft efficiency of a nurse who was well used to doing dressings, Charlotte covered the burns and made the child comfortable.

‘Carry her up to the ward,’ Andreas advised softly, placing a large, reassuring hand on the child’s head. ‘She’s had just about all the trauma she can take, poor thing.’

Libby nodded and shifted the child into a more comfortable position, careful not to hurt her injured legs.

‘I’ll take her up, then,’ she said quietly, and Andreas nodded.

‘I just want to get an update on the parents and then I’ll join you with this little one. It won’t hurt to have her in overnight, given the fall she suffered, and we can’t exactly discharge her anyway until we know what’s happening with the parents.’

Libby nodded and left him to it, carrying little Jenny the short distance to the paediatric ward.

Bev was waiting for them, the room all ready, clucking with sympathy when she saw the child. ‘Oh, the poor mite—how are her parents?’