Oliver was just finishing off his cart as Christine finished with her patients. He was still working automatically, trying to keep his mind--and emotions--out of it, but when he realised he had nothing else to give them, his first thought was of how things were going for Christine. He turned to look for her, glad to spot her nearby, and hurried over to her without a thought for the cart.

"Ch--ahh--what now, Nurse Chapel?" He'd remembered himself just in time, though he still shot a glance around to make sure no one had noticed the slip. Possibly worse than that was his body language, which showed his clear desire to scarper as soon as possible. Knowing he should at least get Christine's say-so first, he reluctantly stayed put for the moment, trying to tune out the sounds of the patients and staff all around him.