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what happened.’
    ‘Just because people want something, it doesn’t mean you have to give it to them,’ he said.
    ‘True,’ Carla replied, ‘but sometimes it’s the best thing to do.’
    ‘I don’t want speak with the media,’ Sam said. ‘I don’t want any more coverage, and I don’t want my name mentioned. Surely you can appreciate that, after last time. I didn’t run onto the track and save those children because I wanted my name splashed all over the papers.’
    Carla turned to face him. ‘I do understand, Sam. I really do. And I know that it was difficult last year with some of the coverage, but we have learned lessons and this time it will be different.’
    Sam shook his head.
    ‘Sam, this is a great opportunity.’
    ‘For who?’
    A mother had died. It was a tragedy, not an opportunity.
    Carla blinked. ‘For you and the hospital.’
    Sam smiled and shook his head. ‘I’m in surgery, not public relations.’
    ‘I realise that,’ she said. ‘That’s why I called you up here. We can help.’
    Sam doubted that. ‘Help? In what way?’
    ‘We can draft a press release, and put in a quote from you. The press will be happy with that. They can run their story and they’ll leave you alone. And by the day after tomorrow you’ll be yesterday’s news, free to get on with the rest of your life.’
    ‘I was hoping the press wouldn’t be interested after today,’ Sam said.
    Carla let out a laugh. ‘Do you know how many enquiries from the media we’ve had this morning about you? Twenty – and that was the latest update, an hour ago. We’ve managed to put them on hold for now, promising them a press release later this afternoon. But if the press release doesn’t materialise they’ll come knocking on your door for the story instead.’
    Sam gripped the hair on the back of his head, considering his options. This changed things. Carla was right; if the press were so keen, they would track him down, quiz him, and then write whatever they wanted. So this way would be better, despite his genuine reticence to engage. He thought for another few seconds, fighting against his instincts. ‘Okay,’ Sam conceded. ‘I’ll do it.’
    ‘Good, that’s good,’ she said, her relief evident. ‘Sam, I know you probably think that I’m some sort of vulture, taking advantage of this, but the reality is that good news stories for the hospital really matter when it comes to decisions at the highest levels - especially with the kicking that we’ve had in the press during the past eighteen months over the infection rates.’
    ‘You’re just doing your job,’ Sam replied.
    ‘I’m not sure if that’s a veiled criticism, Sam,’ Carla smiled. ‘But you’re right; I am just going my job - which is to ensure that this hospital is a success. And by being a success I’m not just talking about money. I mean improving patient care. We’re all chasing the same goal here.’
    Sam nodded. ‘I know.’
    ‘That’s good to hear,’ Carla said, ‘because I want to ask you one last favour.’
    ‘Go on,’ Sam said, wary as to the way this conversation was going.
    ‘We got a call this morning from the BBC,’ she explained. ‘They want to do an interview with you this afternoon on radio five live.’
    This was a step too far. He had been interviewed on the radio the last time, and it had been a really stressful experience. ‘No way.’
    ‘We have people who can help,’ she said. ‘Melanie Grace is our new communications manager. She’ll be able to advise you, and she’ll also liaise with the BBC to make it clear where the boundaries are.’
    ‘I really don’t want to do this.’
    ‘Please, Sam, I will really appreciate it, the board will really appreciate it. You have no idea how much this could help the hospital. Just for fifteen minutes of your time. Your story can make a real difference, believe me.’
    What choice did he have? He’d ceded control of the situation, giving Carla a yard and now she was