"Are you two ready yet?" I heard Tim's voice from outside the bathroom. I glanced at Alice, just putting the final touches to her mascara. "Five minutes," I called. "I promise."
We emerged from the bathroom to find Tim waiting in the hall. "Wow," he blinked, "you two look even better than yesterday."
I grinned at Alice. "Panties and bra today for both of us, though - I almost feel overdressed."
Tim pretended to fan his face. "Come on, into the car, or your nursing careers really will be limited only to one patient."
"And who would that be?" I pretended utter innocence.
He rolled his eyes. "The one whose check-up you completed so... thoroughly, last night, if you remember."
Alice and I slid into the back seat of the car, nudging one another playfully. "Behave," Tim mock-warned. "I know what you two are like now."
He dropped us at the entrance to the nursing school, and Alice flashed her eyebrows at me as she kissed him. "Got to keep the story straight."
"That's not the only thing that's straight," Tim chuckled, leaving Alice with a shocked look on her face as he drove off grinning.
"Men," she shook her head. "Come on, Beth, let's get to class."
"Remember," I said as we walked down the corridor, "our objective is to study hard, get good marks, have everybody know we're totally serious about this."
"And, to drive the whole class mad with either curiosity or attraction," Alice grinned.
"Could be both," I agreed.
We walked into the classroom, finding two seats together, and glanced around. There were about a dozen people in the room, mostly young women around our age. One slightly older man sat towards the back, and I caught a flash of interest in his face. "We have one admirer already, anyway," I murmured.
The door opened again and Veronica Baines walked in, uniform perfectly creased, old-fashioned silver buckle on her belt, nurse's watch pinned precisely to her pocket. "Good morning, class. For those of you who haven't met me, my name is Veronica Baines - you are welcome to call me Ms Baines, or Matron if you wish."
She briefly outlined the course - all information that Alice and I had already picked up from the information pack - then began to give a brief history of the nursing profession. Even though quite a lot of what she said was familiar, I found myself becoming absorbed, and I blinked in surprise when Alice nudged me with her shoulder. "Earth calling Beth - break time."
We headed for the cafeteria, getting coffee before sitting down at a free table. It was obvious that a lot of the others there were students from the years above us, and most of them looked tired, one girl with her head resting on her hands trying to get a little rest.
"Mind if we join you?" I heard a voice, and looked up to see a couple of our classmates, both young women, one of them holding a tray with their drinks. "Sure, no problem."
"I'm Liz," the taller, blonde one introduced herself as she took a seat, "and this is Claire."
"Beth, and Alice."
"How are you finding it so far?" Claire queried.
"Really good," I nodded.
"Didn't we see you being dropped off this morning?" Liz asked.
Alice nodded. "That was Tim - Beth's brother, he's my boyfriend."
Claire raised her eyebrows. "There's handy."
She glanced round for a moment. "So you live in the residence, but you don't, if you get my drift..."
"Exactly," Alice grinned. "You two?"
"No such luck, yet," Liz sighed. "But we've only just got here - there are bound to be heaps of junior doctors."
"You're not local?" I asked.
"About fifteen miles away, we're both from the same little place out in the sticks."
"Ah, OK."
Liz glanced at her watch. "Wups, we should all get back - I hear Matron Baines can be a bit sharp if people aren't prompt."
"Well, great to meet you, really," Alice ventured.
"You too."
We all returned to the classroom, finding our seats, and Ms Baines continued the lecture. Finally she put down her papers and looked at us. "So we expect all of you to continue the tradition of care, hard work and skill laid down by those who have gone before you."
She looked at her watch. "So - lunch break, then you all have a tour of your assigned wards."
Lunch was sandwiches from the café, and I looked at the handout we'd been given. "Phew - we're both on the same ward. 97?"
Alice checked the coloured map from the pack. "Male surgical. OK."
We made our way to the 1960's brick-built part of the hospital, and followed the signs to the ward. As we walked through the double doors, a white-coated doctor - he looked Indian, with a neatly-trimmed beard - spotted us. He looked us up and down and nodded. "First years."
"This is Alice," I supplied, "and I'm Beth."
He smiled. "The first two letters of the alphabet. I think I'll call you Alpha and Bravo."
I exchanged a glance with Alice, but she just shrugged.
"Right, you two," the doctor continued, "it's ward round time, so you're with me."
"Not so fast, Deepak," I heard a voice behind us, and a young woman in a staff nurse's uniform walked round from behind the desk. "I'm Katharine Sparrow," she introduced herself. "Whatever Doctor Patel thinks, he doesn't own you."
She glanced at the doctor. "Though in this instance, he's right, you do need to join the ward round. He can introduce you to our current patients, give you the clinical picture, and then when he's gone off to do whatever it is doctors do, I'll take you through your duties here."
We followed Doctor Patel into the ward, and he turned into the first side room. The young man in the bed sat up gingerly. "Well, well, doc, you've finally come through for us."
He glanced from me to Alice. "Old Sparrow's pleasant enough, but she can be a bit frosty - you two are a sight for sore eyes."
The doctor cleared his throat. "Good afternoon, Mr Baxter. How are you feeling today? Still a bit sore?"
He turned to us. "Mr Baxter has recently had a bilateral vasectomy with fascial interposition - I take it you know what that is?"
Alice blinked. "The first part, yes, of course - the rest, not so much."
"Check your textbook and I'll ask again tomorrow," he directed.