Chapter Eighty-One
Parking, even on a Sunday at Basingstoke and North Hampshire Hospital was a nightmare. It took Kate ten minutes to find a space. She asked a receptionist where the waiting room was, and then followed her instructions.
“Kate! Over here.” Aidan stood, the waiting room busy.
Relieved to see him, Kate wandered over and sat next to him, smiling at a rotund lady next to her. The room was quiet despite the amount of people there. “Have you heard anything? How is he?” Aidan didn’t have the chance to tell her over the phone.
“He was unconscious in the ambulance.” He leaned forwards, elbows on knees.
Rubbing his back, she smiled. “I can’t believe you got to use your CPR training. I told you it would come in handy one day, didn’t I?” He didn’t respond. “I’m so proud of you, lo
