When he came to, all he was aware of was the gentle touch of fingers smoothing his brow and an anxious face peering down at him. Then the mists cleared.
‘Sheila,’ he whispered, and as he reached up for her hand, a stabbing pain made him gasp. ‘Ouch.’
‘No, don’t try to move, darling, doctor’s orders.’
‘Did you say, “darling”?’ he croaked.
For an answer, she kissed his hand and placed it back lovingly under the sheet. ‘Will you forgive me for all those horrid things I said to you? Must go, the nurse only allowed me a few minutes, just to see if you’re all right. See you soon.’ She blew him a kiss, and waving a hand disappeared from view.
Harry sank back, re-living every blissful moment, and savouring her words drifted off to sleep.
Some hours later, a nurse tiptoed in and seeing him st
