“Where’s that bloody doctor!” Joey got out of his chair and began to pace Kevin’s curtained-off cubicle. He hated hospitals.
At first the medical staff had tried to keep Joey in the waiting room, but his persistence, combined with Kevin’s pleas not to be separated, had persuaded the nurses to keep them together.
“He’s probably with another patient. They seemed very busy,” Kevin said through his thickened bruised lips. He closed his eyes, his head sinking back to the pillow of the trolley he was lying on. “I don’t know why I’m here, I’m okay, I told those paramedics that I was okay.” His voice was becoming more agitated.
Joey moved to Kevin’s side, lifted his lover’s hand and kissed it softly. “We need to make sure that you really are okay, that there’s nothing happening inside you whic
