Reawakened by the Surgeon's Touch

‘I hate to do this but it’s time I left. It’s late and I’m in Theatre first thing tomorrow morning.’
‘Really? I’d have thought you would take some time off before you went back to work,’ she queried in surprise.
‘I am, but I’m assisting Professor Jackson.’ He grinned at her. ‘He’s agreed to operate on Jeremiah. We managed to get the paperwork all sorted, so we brought him back to England with us.’
‘Oh, that’s wonderful!’ Claire exclaimed.
‘Isn’t it? However, if I’m to be any help at all then I’d better get some sleep.’

Every fibre of her being was focused on the man in front of her. His face was pale beneath his tan, his eyes surrounded by heavy shadows. Jude hadn’t slept from the look of him but why was that?

Lesley was in the dining room when he went down for breakfast. She took one look at him and rolled her eyes. ‘No need to ask how you slept,’ she said wryly. ‘You look dreadful!’
‘I’m fine,’ Jude stated huffily.