Whaaaaaaat?! For two seconds, Tristan sat there, watching her retreat. Then he got up and followed her. "Nel?" What was that about? Had he been too obvious? He was irritated with his sister's long stay and her living on his dwindling resources, but he hadn't wanted to upset her. "Nel!"

He didn't make it halfway down the stairs before a sound that haunted his worst nightmares came from above. "Christ..." he whispered. Every doctor had their ick. He'd rather repeat the horror and embarrassment of his first day in the operating theater, than go anywhere near vomit. And Penelope had conveniently scampered. He was the doctor. Fuck. It was at moments like these that Tristan almost believed there was a God, just to explain why shit like this always happened to him!

Reluctantly and queasy, he made his way up to the room of horrors that awaited him. He opened the door. She had missed the chamber pot. That was it. He was on the next boat out to Europe.

"You alright, Pippa?" Those six years at one of the world's most prestigious medical schools were really showing.