It didn’t matter how much Dad reassured everybody that Rosie most certainly wasn’t dead and would be just fine. I couldn’t help blaming myself for what had happened. And you could tell that the others blamed me too. They didn’t say anything, they just wouldn’t look at me when they got out of the car. Even Frankie, and she’s my best mate. “Come on love, I’m sure everything’s going to be fine,” Dad tried to reassure me when we got home. “But you didn’t see her, Dad!” I protested. “She was all white. And there was so much blood!” “Well, that’s something you’re going to have to get used to if you’re going to become a doctor,” he said. “But you don’t understand. It was all my fault! What if I’ve caused her some permanent damage?” “It’s not like you to get so wound up. You must be very upset,” Dad said gently. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again. I wiped them away angrily I hated crying, but somehow I just couldn’t help it. “Look love, there’s no point worrying,”
